It felt more or less the same--she closed her eyes as she waited in anticipation for the liquid to splash on her cheeks, nose, and mouth. Even the temperature was similar. Alex's cum was warm. Almost scalding, in fact. Like the shower right now. Alyssa flinched. Why was she thinking about him again? Fuck. Why couldn't she think of anyone other than him? She touched her breasts; they were swollen every day because of Alex's nonstop pinching and slaps. Right now, they were extremely sensitive; even the water was stimulating them--extremely painfully, of course, but also in a weird fucking way that got her pussy dripping. Alyssa's hands subconsciously touched...