I normally give my feedback after the work is done, you know. Who knows if you could eventually improve on your own?

[ her lips part to let out a soft moan that bubbles out of her throat, head rolling back against his shoulder when he pointedly thumbs at her nipple, growing stiff against his touch. it's embarrassing, really, to hear the sound echo all around them in the bathroom. she hates how much control he has over her body, able to manipulate it to his whims.

it doesn't help either that he suddenly withdraws his hand from her body, a quiet whine escaping her next. her eyes flash open, sending him a withering glare, offended by what he's just done. ]

... And you can't reach my back from there where you're standing? [ is he asking her to turn around? really? ] Which is behind me?