getting wet

"What the fuck?!" you exclaim, completely caught off guard as Daisy suddenly directs the showerhead at you, drenching you from head to toe. The water cascades over your body, soaking your clothes and leaving you shivering in its icy grip. You can feel the droplets sliding down your skin, tracing every curve and crevice, accentuating the contours of your body.

Daisy's mischievous laughter fills the air as she watches you, her eyes glinting with amusement. Her wet hair clings to her shoulders, framing her face in a seductive manner. Her body glistens under the water, the droplets sparkling on her smooth skin. You can't help but feel a surge of desire as you take in her exposed form, her breasts rising and falling with each breath, water cascading down her taut stomach and disappearing into the dark curls between her thighs.

"You like getting wet pervert, don't you?" she teases, a wicked grin playing on her lips. "Maybe you should join me in the shower, that gives you a much better view."

Your mind races with conflicting thoughts, torn between embarrassment and the undeniable allure of the situation. You're drenched, your clothes clinging to your body, and yet there's a primal excitement building within you. The sight of Daisy's wet and inviting body is impossible to resist.

She whispers: "I hope you are a good toy boy. I like your embarressement."

Daisy's words send a thrill through your body, igniting a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. The power dynamic between you intensifies as she revels in your embarrassment, her voice dripping with a hint of dominance. It's clear that she enjoys being in control, relishing the role of the seductress.

As you slowly peel off your drenched clothes, the fabric clings to your skin, revealing every contour and curve. The wet material sticks to you, accentuating your body in explicit detail. The sensation of the soaked fabric sliding off your skin sends a shiver of pleasure down your spine.

Daisy's eyes roam hungrily over your exposed form, her desire evident in her gaze.

"Oh, look at you," she purrs, her voice laced with a wicked delight. "So eager to shed those soaked layers. Let me see every inch of you."

Her words only fuel your arousal, adding to the thrill of the moment. With each article of clothing that falls to the floor, Daisy's comments become more explicit, heightening the anticipation.

"Fuck, you're stunning," she breathes, her voice filled with admiration. "I can't get enough of the way your wet skin glistens under the water. It's as if you were made to be my plaything."