I felt my face heat up when he muttered those smutty words.

He resumed scrubbing my body. With the way he washed me, it felt like all the dirt and scars on my body had been washed away. I couldn’t help but start wishing that this would happen every day.

After a long unforgettable shower, he cupped me up and dried my body with a furry towel, he took turns squeezing my plump nipples, giving them special attention.

“You smell better now,” he muttered as he wrapped a bathrobe around me.

I pouted, annoyed at his words.

“Do I smell bad earlier?”

He smirked and carried me out of the...