She opened her eyes and watched the water fall from the ends of her hair before closing them again to feel it. She loved taking showers. Hentai Angel didn’t always have the opportunity to shower. He reached across the table, hooking a finger on a glass ashtray and dragged it towards him. Angel shivered, feeling his breath roll across the tender skin of her pubic area. She saw her bag, next to the front door. How was she going to convince Rich that the dress was no more than a gift? There were many times, Angel was lucky to shower once a month. He was a nice guy. She sat at the small kitchen table, her back to him. She quickly wrapped the towel around her body, and wiped her feet on the bathroom rug. Her body was still achingly tired, and she was grateful for an excuse to sit.
