[ Samatoki places a hand on her waist, ascending the same time she does. He's not going to be sweet or anything. There aren't any feelings involved here, but he does want to make sure she doesn't end up sliding and hitting her head because of the tiles. Plus, whatever soft atmosphere that created is gone when he rests his chin on her head. ]
You're small. Feisty, though.
[ Then he lets out a soft chuckle before he stands up straight again. He'll leave her to clean up on her own as he cleans himself just so there isn't any more semen on his dick. He walks out of the shower afterwards, not at all bothering to cover his lower half. Instead, he shakes the towel over his head to dry his hair after he's passed the towel once over his skin. ]
I'll get you a towel.
[ But when he checks the cupboard, he doesn't have an extra. . . ]
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You're small. Feisty, though.
[ Then he lets out a soft chuckle before he stands up straight again. He'll leave her to clean up on her own as he cleans himself just so there isn't any more semen on his dick. He walks out of the shower afterwards, not at all bothering to cover his lower half. Instead, he shakes the towel over his head to dry his hair after he's passed the towel once over his skin. ]
I'll get you a towel.
[ But when he checks the cupboard, he doesn't have an extra. . . ]
Ah. I only have the one.