“Good morning, sweetheart. Come wash my back.” Dillon wandered towards the bathroom, with Tiana following and admiring the handsome cowboy’s body. The shower was an elaborate affair, with granite walls and benches. Tiana noted the metal eyes embedded in the rock and the chain that hung from the ceiling. She began with his back, and tentatively soaped up his nice ass before reaching around to his cock. The sliding soap caused the desired reaction, but instead of being bent over one of the benches, Tiana found herself kneeling on the stone floor with his rod in her mouth. Dillon grasped her head while he thrust between her lips, imagining when he would teach her to take his full length. When he finished empting into her throat, he pulled her to her feet and had her hold her wrists up. He lowered the chain from the ceiling, and noted the shine of anxious fear in her eyes as he secured her. A few turns of the crank and she was up on her toes with her wet body taut. Dillon rubbed soap between his palms and began a slow, seductive lathering over her body. He soaped her breasts, squeezing her nipples, and while he soaped her mound he let a finger slide along her folds. He waited for her to respond, to begin to push into his fingers, and he smacked her ass hard with his other hand.
