He stepped out of the shower, onto a mat, still dripping wet. Reaching out for a towel, he rubbed his taut body and mopped the cascading droplets from all over, making sure his cock was covered.
“I know you’re there, you may as well come in,” he said suddenly. He beckoned her to come inside and move closer.
“You have me at a slight disadvantage,” he growled. Then he slowly ran a finger from Emma’s throat down to her first shirt button.
With one swift movement, she whipped the towel away, grabbed his ass tightly, and pressed up close. “I need this for the laundry.”
“ Oh, I can think of something much more exciting than laundry.”