110. Salty Butt

**110. Salty Butt**

***Maeve Thorne***

Tears rush down my cheeks along with cold water from above. My burning body quivers under the shower, ice chill water fail to dull the effect of heat pooling in between my legs.

*I am wet, like a fish.*

My brain drowns in guilt and calls me with various synonyms of hoe. How could I let him touch me, feel me so closely, and let him talk dirty to me… How?

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