Middle of the night

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I didnt expect to wake up in the middle of the night cuz I usually sleep like baby. Once im asleep, im knocked out. Not even a tank can wake me up.
I wanted to grab onto Rog by my side but what was unexpected was that he wasnt by my side. My arm fell on a cold surface.

I sat up squinting my eyes to adjust to the small light in the hallway. With messy hair i got out of bed not even bothering to slip my slippers on.
Walking to the bathroom where i heard the most noise, i peeked to see Roger showering through the steamy mirror. I didnt quite see him from the obvious fog on the glass but i can definitly make out a figure moving.
I took my clothes of to join him. I slowly opened the sliding glass door and see him turn around.
He beamed at me.
"Hey baby! You joining me?" He wrapped his arms around my waist giving me a loving kiss. "Mhm. Saw you in here...since you left me on the bed alone." I pouted turning my back to him still in his arms. He smirked kissing my neck softly.
"Sorry baby. Didnt wash my hair yesterday and it was greasy. Didnt care to wash it." He anwsered.

I giggled as he rubbed the front of my body with his hands. His hands were drenched in soap. Massaging each breast messily, getting soap on it, then my stomach next, my stomach and finally my lady parts. I moaned from the sensation.
"Love you baby." He whispered nibbling on my ear.

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