Anita’s pov

“Stay still,” Marcus muttered while he rinsed the last of his cum off my thighs with the outdoor shower hose.

The water was cold and I flinched, but he kept one hand on my hip so I couldn’t step away.

We hadn’t said much since he fucked me in the pool and came inside me a second time.

The silence felt heavier than the sex. My pussy was still throbbing and every time I shifted I felt more of him leak out.

He turned the water off and handed me a towel without looking at my face.

I dried off slowly, watching him pull his jeans back up...