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Oh yeah. Fucking those tits would be so good.

I closed my eyes and wanked my cock until I thought of spraying my seed all over those tits and face. She was such a little pig she would probably suck it all up.

I drew a sharp breath before groaning as I came all over my hand and her panties. I glanced down and covered her panties over the tip of my dick, and I watched more cum spurt onto the red lace. Smiling, I used the material to wipe any excess off before I rubbed the material together until there were no globs of cum left showing. I hung them back up. Hopefully, by the time she got back to them, my cum would be dried up. My dick twitched at the thought of her wearing my cum next to her pussy.

I shoved my dick back into my boxers and did my jeans up again. I felt much mellower after that wank. It was just what I needed before I got some work done. I washed my hands again and whistled on the way out of the apartment.

Chapter 6

Katiana

This was like Christmas. There were so many clothes that still had the tags on them. They were a little bigger, but that was fine with my tits and ass. I needed the extra room. When I was hanging the last few pieces up, I heard Reaper whistling before I heard the apartment door close. He seemed chipper all of a sudden.

I gulped. Perhaps my Dad was ready to get me back. Pushing the uncomfortable thought away, I brought my mind to more important matters. Reaper had fed me, so I doubt he would return anytime soon. It was time to use that fuck off tub of his.

Oh, I was going to marinade in there for hours.

???

I never wanted to leave this bathtub. After topping up the water for the fourth time, I wondered if Reaper would serve me lunch in the tub.

A sudden loud knock made me scream.

“Get out of my tub. It’s lunchtime, and my Mum wants to meet you.”

“You have a mother?” I asked in surprise.

I slapped my hand on my face at my stupid question.

“Just five more minutes,” I shouted back.

“No. Get out.”

I snickered.

“Make me,” I said, feeling brave since the door was locked.

There was silence and I settled down again before resting my head back on the tub's edge again.

“You have four minutes,” he growled.

“Okay, Prez.”

I soaked for a little while longer before reluctantly standing up. I would be back tonight to use this little beauty. I bent down to pull the drain chain up and wrap it around the tap. I could rinse it off once the bath emptied.

I heard a weird clicking noise and looked at the drain in case I had blocked it with something. He would fucking kill me if I broke his tub. Well, I didn’t know for sure, but I would kill someone if they broke my tub.

“Oh, Dear God.”

I swivelled around to see Reaper standing in the doorway with the door wide open. My foot slipped, and I felt myself fall backwards. I tried to grab something, but all I caught was air. One hand caught the edge of the tub, and I barely missed bashing my head on the ornate taps.

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?”

“Get out!” I shouted. “Your fucking name should be Reaper the Peeper. You fucking perve. Get the fuck out.”

I heard the door close, poked my head up, and saw he was gone. I was more embarrassed about the fall than him seeing me naked. I cautiously stood up and rubbed my sore hip and asscheek. Just as well, I had some padding to take that fall. I dried off and changed. I left my hair up in a messy bun before leaving the bathroom.

He was sitting on the couch on his phone when I went into the living room. When he saw me, he tucked his phone away.

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