"You were just all tough talk, but look, you're already so wet?"
Dirk Carter's hand stroked between her legs.
It was clear to see some glistening liquid on his fingers.
"That's just bathwater... it has nothing to do with me."
Ewan Forrest said, somewhat unconvinced.
Dirk Carter smiled knowingly.
He said, "It's your turn to wash me."
He handed over the showerhead.
Ewan Forrest started washing Dirk Carter.
When she washed his lower body,
Ewan Forrest's hand couldn't leave Titan.
After a good rub, she said, "Okay, we can go out now."
It was obvious that Ewan Forrest's breathing began to quicken.
Even her gaze at Dirk Carter became a bit hazy.
"What's the rush, wash one more time."
Dirk Carter deliberately took over the showerhead and started washing again.
"It's already clean."
When she said this, Ewan Forrest felt a bit resentful, looking like she could hardly wait.
Dirk Carter teased, "You're not in a hurry, just wash a bit longer."
How could she not be anxious?
