Getting Closer!

I pulled Tommie closer under the steaming spray, her tense body melting against mine as the warm water poured over us, tracing rivulets down her soft curves and over the hard length of her futanari cock. She was still trembling slightly, the weight of her depression lingering in the way her shoulders hunched, but here, in this intimate space, I could feel her starting to yield.

My arms wrapped around her waist, holding her steady, my chest pressing to her full breasts, nipples hardening against my skin. The scent of soap mixed with her natural musk, clean now but still carrying that undercurrent of her arousal.

'That's it, Tommie,' I murmured into her wet hair, my voice low and reassuring, laced with the dominance she craved without realizing it. 'Just let go. I've got you.' My hands slid down her sides, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her hips before one palm cupped her ass, pulling her flush against me.

Our cocks aligned again, hers longer and thicker, sliding along my shorter, girthier shaft with a slick friction that made my breath catch. She gasped, her body arching instinctively, and I took the opportunity to deepen the hold, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek before dipping lower.

Gently but firmly, I wrapped my hand around her aching cock, feeling its heat pulse against my palm. It was so much bigger than mine, the veins throbbing under my grip as I stroked from base to tip, slow and deliberate.