Finding Findom Pt. 8 (final)

You took that shower just to pass time, maybe clear your head, but the second the water hit your skin, your brain betrayed you. There was no escape. Every thought was of her, and your cock was already in your hand before you even realized it.

You pictured her watching, lips curled in a wicked smile, telling you to stroke faster.
You imagined her climbing on top, grinding down while her hand squeezed your throat tight.
You saw her bending you over, spanking you until your ass burned, mocking how much you loved it.

Your left hand pressed against the wall for balance while your right hand pumped harder, slick with soap, your fist sliding over your aching cock. Every fantasy twisted into the next, sharper, dirtier, until your whole body locked up and you shot across the shower tile with a groan that echoed off the walls.

Spent, chest heaving, you let the water wash the mess down the drain. At least now, you weren’t painfully hard anymore. You needed that. This wasn’t just about jerking off…. it was about her. About making sure you said the right words. Going into this conversation without the haze of lust.

Another hour dragged by. The nerves were starting to creep back in when…

“Hi! Free to chat now?”

This was it. Your future was starting.
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Thank you for reading this series (they will return)

Parker xx