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The hot shower water smacks my ass and lower back.

The room swelters with steam.

Corbin applies pressure, growling, opening me with his fingers.

He slides in, much slower than his cock to my pussy. I’m grateful for that right now. He goes to his second knuckle and then stops. He moves his fingers in a circular motion and then hooks them downward.In a rubbing motion toward my pussy.

I’m not expecting him to use his right hand solo to add some lube to his right fingertips and then touch my clit.

My entire body jerks and I let out a scream.

There’s a ton of pressure and there’s the same amount of pleasure too.

“What the fuck,” I purr. “Corbin!”

“Easy, Katie,” he says. “You’re going to learn how to come from me fucking your ass.”

My jaw drops and the pleasure starts to mount. Wires in my body and brain heat up and cross one another. The pleasure of him rubbing my clit mixes with the pressure of his fingers inside my ass. I can feelit. The pleasure. From back there. I get it. I understand it.

My inner thighs begin to shake and Corbin removes his fingers from my clit.

He places his bloody hand to my shoulder and squeezes.

I stare right at his middle knuckle, swollen, carved up from beating some guy bloody and unconscious.

His other middle knuckle is in my ass as I start to come.

My hips driving forward, my pussy throbbing.

I’m sort of unable to comprehend that there’s no direct pleasure to my pussy yet I’m climaxing and it feels so fucking good.

I cry out and throw my head back.

“Yes,” I growl. “Oh, fuck, Corbin… yes…”

He gently massages and eases his fingers from my ass.

He releases his hold on my shoulder and grabs the lube.

I want to collapse into the water that’s collected up past my wrists.

But I can’t.

I have to keep my ass high in the air.

I know what’s next.

It’s time for Corbin to finally fuck my ass.

I can’t helpmyself but want and need to look back.

Corbin is huge. In every aspect possible.

Monstrous shoulders. Chiseled pecs. Cut-from-stone biceps. Forearms that are like thick, rippling branches on a big tree. Even his wrists are big. And his hands… his fingers…

He looks me in the eyes.

He doesn’t speak as his right hand grabs my right ass cheek.