As you led me by the hand into your master bedroom, the view of your deliciously sexy ass cheeks rolling as you strutted only served to awaken my wilted post-fuck cock, although I'd still need a bit more recovery time. Most men did.
I tugged off my shirt one-handed as you let go, turning left to head into the master bath and get the shower started. I sat on the edge of the bed, lay back and sighed, absently stroking my half-erect member. Closed my eyes and opened them, grinning sheepishly, at the amused sound of your voice.
"Come here, big boy," you said with a wink. "Come shower with me. I know how to make you hard again."
I didn't need much more encouragement as I hopped up and followed your petite little ass into the walkin shower, already going full blast with steamy near scalding water.
You went into the spray first, soaking yourself while you grabbed the scrub sponge and squirted shower gel into it and began rubbing your nubile body all over. I must confess that while we have showered together more than a few times over the past year, I always loved watching you do this. Especially when you bent over in front of me, on purpose I would think, giving me a luscious view of your shapely heart-shaped ass, deliciously sexy pussy nestled in the cleft. You did need to bend over to scrub your lower legs and feet, though.
You saw me staring, grinned, and said, "See anything you like, love?"
