Pepper stared at the hard bare chest only a few inches from her face. She was pretty sure that any common sense she had melted to the floor the minute he dropped his pants, but held out hope that she hadn’t lost all brain function completely. She bit back a groan when he leaned forward to tug her shirt over her head. Cool air briefly brushed her skin before he reached around her back and unhooked her bra. His thick shaft rubbed against the sensitive skin of her stomach, and she had to brace herself against the wall to keep from wilting against him. Think, think, think! Somewhere out there was at least one feminist rooting for her, she was sure of it. If only he didn’t feel so good. His cock twitched against her skin, and she couldn’t hold back a whimper. “You have the softest skin,” he whispered. He nibbled at her shoulder as his hands worked at freeing her from her jeans. He pushed them to the shower floor and slipped his hands down to squeeze her ass before slipping her thong down her legs.
