When he pushes himself against me and his hands grope all over my body, I push at his chest.
“Just a bath, Luis,” I complain. I am tired and hungry and sore. I think I will collapse if we do it again.
“Is it very painful?” he asks, lifting my chin to look at his face.
“You’re the expert, you should know.”
“You are annoyed,” he says. His hands trail down my butt and between my legs. “I need to check, for damage control,” he playfully says.
I slap his hand. “If you will not behave yourself, get out.” I glower at him. “I am still sore. You are too much last night!” I scold.
He grins, a salacious smile on his lips before he licks the side of my face. I am about to complain when he pulls back and takes soap and a brush.
“See? I will be a good mate today and will try my very best not to
