𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

3 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒- part 2 chapter 23

Hazel:
The TV show is over and I decide to go to the room, my panties are still soaked, and I need to change them.

"Hazel," I hear my name get called from the bathroom, I decide to get closer, my heart is beating fast, and I scratch my hand.

"Fuck," he groans, I get wet again.

I enter the bathroom, the water is flowing and I hear moans again behind the bathroom curtain.

My feet are shaking at the sound of my name coming out of his lips.

I stand there for at least a few minutes and breathe heavily as I muster up the courage and enter the bath, standing under the stream of cold water, shivering at the sight of Dust and his hand on his cock.

He looks at me, he does not stop, he continues his action and moans my name again, looks at me as he raises and lowers his hand on his cock, it is totally the craziest sight I have ever seen.

"Hazel," he moans again, feeling my presence and approaching him, clinging to him and lowering my hand to his hand, lowering it from his cock, he is

stiff, feeling nervous that I stopped him from cumming, he was momentarily satisfied.

"What are you doing?" He asks, as if teasing me with his hoarse voice.

"I want to do that ," I whisper to his ear, getting wet from the cold water that tightens the shirt to my body, I'll so regret it later, I just know it.

I get down on my knees, my eyes burning a little from the water that has entered them, but that does

not stop me from sitting on my knees and looking at his big cock, putting my hand on it.

His appearance drives me crazy, I cant think clearly when Dust is naked in front of me, he enchants me with his magic.

I lick my lips, looking up at him.

I run my finger over his dome, his moisture accumulates there and I start to hold his whole cock in my hand. I'm moving my hand Up and down and he groans, punches his hand and knocks her against the wall, I can swear that he almost breaks it.

I have never seen Dust in this situation, so under my control.

He throws his head back and grabs his fist, brings it to his mouth and bites it, rolling his eyes back and moaning my name again.

I move my hand faster over his cock, up and down, he sighs again as he looks at me "Fuck Hazel ... I'm almost ..." he mumbles, I feel his cock harden every second I keep stroking him so hard.

He curses and sighs heavily. "keep going like that , fuck."

He cums on my hand, releasing everything he has to offer.

I get up on my feet, we look at each other quietly, neither of us believes that its what happened now.

He approaches me, tries to pin me to him, holds my cheek, I'm on fire, literally on fire.

The cold water becomes hot and when he clings to me with his cock, I feel him more.

And I'm wet, again.

"Did you change your underwear?" He whispers in my ear, I do not answer for a while, but then nod my head.

He approaches me with his mouth, but I walk away with my head and look down, I can not let that happen.

My rejection is no less painful than for him, I see it in his eyes.

When he kissed me that night, in my room, I saw in his eyes the pain of his rejection.

He felt the same ache I had.

But I was hurting more, and he knows it, he knows I've always been here, but he missed his opportunity,

and I'm sorry for him.

Sorry for myself .

But life turned us on a different ways, which the moment led to the same point from the beginning.

This tension, the butterflies in my stomach, this heartache.

It stayed, and it did not hurt in the last year, until we met again, and everything reopened like a new feeling .

I lower my head down, look at our wet feet, lower the only tear left in the corner of my eye, and get out of the bath soaked in water.

cold water.

So cold.