Chapter 290 You'll Want To See This

At once, Archer gives me what I desire. Pressing harder against my clit, he rubs it in small circles. I buck and sway my hips, following his fingers in a tantric dance. I forget about my sudsy hands and reach back, clawing at Archer’s wide shoulder with a wet soapy hand. He lifts his head from my neck and I turn enough so that I can press my lips to his in a sloppy kiss. He laps at my tongue, mouths open wide.