Nathan stared at Domina's body, now bent into a bridge pose. River water streamed between her thighs and lifted belly, creating a small puddle beneath the arch of her body.
"Why are you… in that position?" Nathan asked, one eyebrow raised.
Domina turned her head as much as she could, an upside-down sly smile on her face. "So you can clean it… using your stick."
Nathan exhaled deeply. Not out of disgust. Not out of reluctance. But because he was fed up with being treated like some cute little obedient pup. His masculine spirit felt like it just got fucked by inferiority. Nathan's cock refused to bow in front of caramel pussy that offered such warm greetings under the sunlight.
'I have to stay in control!'
The spirit of a useless knight rose again, for absolutely no reason.
Domina only giggled.
Nathan stepped next to her, his cock still foamy and dripping next to Domina's shoulder.
"All fours. I'll scrub your back first."
His voice was cold, though his lust burned.
