[ A little part of her brain manages to pipe up with the reminder that she was supposed to be doing this to get clean - so she wouldn't be a sweaty, sticky mess when the two of them finally settled down to sleep. They're doing this in the water so it's not quite as bad as it could have been, but even then, they've still soaked the bathroom floor. And that's not even getting into what a mess Ai herself is going to be when he's finally done with her.
But that little voice gets squashed back down pretty quickly because... well, she doesn't care anymore. At least not right now. Whether they end up making a mess of the bathroom, of her, or anything else - all that matters is his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, and how good he's making her feel. She's a quivering wreck but she wants more of everything he'll give. She's really in no fit state to move but she does her best to meet every one of his thrusts, grinding herself down onto him, desperate to take in as much of him as she possibly can.
And to think she was supposed to be the one taking charge tonight. Just how did the tables get turned this badly? ]
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But that little voice gets squashed back down pretty quickly because... well, she doesn't care anymore. At least not right now. Whether they end up making a mess of the bathroom, of her, or anything else - all that matters is his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, and how good he's making her feel. She's a quivering wreck but she wants more of everything he'll give. She's really in no fit state to move but she does her best to meet every one of his thrusts, grinding herself down onto him, desperate to take in as much of him as she possibly can.
And to think she was supposed to be the one taking charge tonight. Just how did the tables get turned this badly? ]