Unnatural Lovers

I stumbled a little at first, probably from that screwing from just now, but just a little. I suggested for us to hit the showers first, which he agreed too. After all, sex can make ya a bit sweaty. Just straight down the hallway, with white walls and a shaggy blue carpet, and a left turn past that wooden door to the white linoleum tiled bathroom. Of course, the tub was porcelain, like all of them, and a curtain with two sheets, the outer with a thin plastic, and the inner one with a heavier plastic, both of them black. Thankfully, he loves the cold water as much as I do, which is an arceussend. The water feels so soft and therapeutic too. After he finished soaping and rinsing himself, he grabbed the pet soap from the shower rack and squirted some into his hands, putting the bottle back where it was afterwards. He then sat on the tub and started rubbing that shampoo on me with a smile. After, I commented on how much that soap suds up, he started to get to my chest and started going downwards to my pussy and then tail. As always, get rubs my pussy for a little while, which feels really nice, before headed up to my tail. He then ruffles my fur while the shampoo washes off before shutting the faucet.

After drying up, we headed for the kitchen, where I asked “Hey, Ryker, whaddya gonna make today?” to which he answered “Just some eggs and bacon.” still half tired somehow.

“Sounds fine.” I commented.

I then head back up to our room, I opened up the laptop and pulled up some porn to relieve myself to until my cotton short and shirt clad mate came back up to inform me breakfast’s done. After a short but delicious breakfast, I decided to watch TV with him, which was some news. There was something about crawdaunts suicide bombing butter factories.

“What a strange little world we live in.” He commented in a low voice.

“Amen.”