[Desperate Imprisonment] Episode 9: The Shower Head That Doesn't Know How to Use

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Chapter 9 of 　　*Desperate Imprisonment* : The Shower Head That Doesn't Know How to Use
Lulu turned slightly and began to remove her nightgown. She didn't dare turn her back completely to me,
perhaps afraid of angering me, yet ashamed to face me directly. So, she shifted to a slight angle, giving me
her back and half-side, and then
pulled one strap of her light blue pleated slip dress off her shoulder, then the other…
Slip dresses are truly magical garments. They seem to
cover both the essential and less essential parts of a girl's body, yet in some ways, they are more sexy
and alluring than a simple three-piece lingerie. Perhaps it's because of that subtle, almost imperceptible fit against the girl's body, possessing a
sense of privacy beyond mere sexual allure. After all, most girls don't have the opportunity to wear three-
piece lingerie most of the time; however, every girl spends several hours a day wearing pajamas
or nightgowns. The image of the girl in her slip dress, the feeling that "with just a slight lift,
her entire naked body could be seen," also represents her closest, most uninhibited loved ones... A three-piece lingerie
set only symbolizes sex, but a slip dress, besides sex, also symbolizes intimacy.
When you see a girl in a slip dress appear before you, it might mean that you've not only won
her body but also her heart, entered her life, because she feels safe in your presence
... Or, it could be another possibility: an intruder like me has broken into Lulu's private space,
using violence and coercion to devour all of this girl's purity... No matter how things unfold, tonight's confinement and coercion will become 　　an indelible scar on
this seventeen-year-old high school girl's life. 　　On the other hand, although I had just clearly witnessed Lulu's naked body—her skin, her waist and 　　abdomen, her breasts, her nipples, and even her more private buttocks, cleft, groin, and virgin vagina—although 　　I had actually just completely molested and played with Lulu's body… witnessing this 　　seventeen-year-old high school girl, humiliated, ashamed, yet helpless, taking off the 　　haphazardly put-on nightgown she had just donned to cover herself, once again exposing her snow-white and precious body before me, that hesitation 　　, pain, shyness, and strange torment, gave me unparalleled satisfaction. 　　Whether by violence or anything else, personally undressing a girl certainly brings 　　the pleasure of conquest, violation, and possession, but standing motionless, watching a girl, painfully, humiliated, and coerced into 　　undressing herself before you, offers a different kind of pleasure. Lulu turned her body away, not daring to look at me, but I 　　could 　　almost feel her despair from her slightly trembling body and her soft, choked breaths. Although she was essentially forced, and although 　　her body was only covered by this thin layer of fabric, she was, after all, actively removing it; slowly, slowly 　　… exposing the naked body she had cherished, the body she would never share with anyone, was, in reality, just another opportunity 　　for me to "be intimate," to voyeurize, to touch, to desecrate and abuse it as a plaything… She even 　　had to shower with me. Lulu probably knew that this "shower together" 　　meant she would be played with, defiled, and humiliated in every way, and that she would… Forced to perform many lewd, shameful 　　, and humiliating acts to serve and please me… 　　Lulu's dress was untied by her own hands; the pleated light blue fabric, originally loose and baggy, 　　had its thin shoulder strap tied in a bow removed. As Lulu slightly swayed her hips, her 　　arms gently loosened… as if Lulu's body were coated with creamy smoothness, the thin light 　　blue fabric, like a pale blue cloud, slowly, straight 　　yet floating, fell from a white jade statue. 　　That body, which I had just defiled and even defiled, stepped on this falling 　　cloud, once again shimmering with a soft, fleshy glow, allowing me to completely gaze upon it. 　　Truly, the body of a seventeen-year-old girl… Just now, although I didn't actually penetrate Lulu's vagina and take 　　her virginity, thinking back, Lulu's body was already thoroughly ravaged by my lustful play. Sweat, 　　flush, residual semen and vaginal fluids, my scratches, kiss marks… all of this, surprisingly, couldn't ruin 　　the beauty of this exquisite body. 　　Although all this filth remained, the youth, vitality, tenderness, and that dazzlingly 　　soft luster of the girl's flesh were still there. 　　Just now, in Lulu's room, it was the first time I saw Lulu's naked body. In fact, it was also the first time I 　　had seen the naked body of a seventeen-year-old girl, and the first time I had seen the naked body of a girl whose appearance and temperament could be described as beautiful 　　. So I lost control, I went crazy, my head was so full of blood that my eardrums were ringing 　　… But after ejaculating twice, I at least regained a little bit of rationality. Although I was still 　　aroused by Lulu's body , this time I could more calmly, forcefully, and from a superior position, slowly appreciate 　　more details of Lulu's body. 　　Physiologically, most men, upon seeing a girl's naked body, will stare intently at her breasts 　　and vulva, because those are a girl's private features, something men don't possess, parts not shared with strangers. 　　In feudal times, even a glance from a man meant the defilement of her purity, the loss of her chastity, and being possessed by that man 　　… Of course, I was no exception; I was even more focused on Lulu's pink nipples and her mysterious, full 　　vulva. But at this moment, Lulu was both ashamed and afraid, yet dared not resist my command to "take off her clothes." She 　　turned her body to the side, facing me, and took off her light blue slip dress. So for a moment, I couldn't directly 　　see Lulu's most beautiful virgin vulva; and Lulu was shy, her skirt had just come off, and she was slightly wrapped around her two 　　snow-white arms, innocently protecting her breasts, so even her nipples were covered for a moment, and I could only see a lovely mound of white flesh, held between Lulu's arms, the jade 　　breasts 　　slightly bulging between her arms and ribs .

However, from another perspective, this also gave me a little space and time to appreciate
more of Lulu's alluring tenderness and beauty.
First, her neck. Slender, petite, and fair, with a slightly curved neck vein that
created a visually straight line from the side of Lulu's neck. And the hair at the back of her head, tied in a ponytail,
brought her long, black hair together, the roots neatly combed and gleaming, both cute and
innocent, yet charming and alluring. Lulu's neck wasn't as long and slender as that of tall girls, even models or actresses
, but its delicate petiteness possessed a youthful vitality reminiscent of a high school girl, brimming with healthy energy
. Men rarely wear braids, and most are careless enough not to notice
the adorable transformation as their hair is gathered at the back of their head, gradually revealing lush roots beneath their snow-white skin… On one side, there's a cascade
of flowing hair; on the other, a neck where veins are visible beneath the skin.
Then there's the back. Lulu's body is rather petite, so her back resembles
that of a little girl—fair, smooth, and plump, a long, narrow expanse of pinkish-white. It's delicate, pure, and the skin
is almost transparent. And only now do I notice more details: two clearly defined V-shaped bones
rise from Lulu's snow-white arms, supporting her shoulder blades, and connecting to her snow-white back, supporting
two sensual mounds. This added a play of light and shadow to her jade-like back, making
the tips of her bones appear even more radiant with a subtle highlight, casting a small patch of overlapping shadows around them
. A long, deeply indented vertebral groove stretched and stretched Lulu's entire back, creating a beautiful,
varied effect.
Then there were Lulu's legs. Lulu didn't have the long, white legs typically found on tall beauties, but she possessed a charm that
was youthful, delicate, pure, and adorable. In fact, considering Lulu's height, her legs were already quite
proportionate. Even more striking were her slender, white legs, spotless and flawless. At this moment, not a single red spot could be found
; the play of light and shadow revealed only faint bluish veins and a pinkish flush. The rest of her leg skin had an incredibly fine,
almost powdery texture, as if it were made of white flour, seemingly without pores… It lacked any bony structure, resembling a
delicate yet elastic piece of white jade that had been moistened and nourished by milk. However, on her calves,
a small, soft bulge of flesh adorably protruded from her sides ; her thighs, though slender, were rounded, with only
a slight muscular bulge in her calves.
And then there were the curves of her waist, the small indentation at the back of her spine,
the subtle bulge of her breasts even as her arms pressed against them, and the so-called "one-hand-sized"
slender waist formed by her flat stomach and lower back…
Lulu looked like a stunningly beautiful oil painting
of a young girl. What is youth? What is health? What is the "vigorous vitality" and
"developing sensuality" of a teenage girl?… It's not just about the direct stimulation of those genitals that make men's noses bleed; it
truly exists in these small details.
But I must admit, I am still… an inexperienced lecher, not some artist
. Lulu's side profile made it impossible for my eyes to focus more on her…
adorable little bottom.
Small, yet full; high-perched, yet fleshy. Unlike the big-butt actresses in AVs, Lulu
's buttocks were completely different. They were pink, tender, and incredibly small and full, like those of a young girl in early puberty.
In terms of shape, they resembled a small volleyball with an alluring groove cut through it; in terms of color,
they looked like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg, even exuding an eggy aroma… Lulu
didn't need to consciously puff out her chest or pull in her stomach; her little buttocks would proudly stick out.
My hand, without any hesitation, grabbed Lulu's buttocks again.
"Ah…!!!"
Physical contact is always shameful, and Lulu couldn't help but let out a soft scream, her body almost
leaping away. However, she seemed to immediately remember her situation and position today. She had already
been defiled and played with so much by me, and she would probably have to endure all sorts of humiliation and abuse later. For now, letting me
play with her buttocks was nothing. She could only bite her lip slightly, turn her head to the side,
tears welling in her eyes, and let out soft moans. Her expression was like an aphrodisiac: it was endurance, humiliation,
and resistance to pain and torment, yet she couldn't resist the shameful surge of sexual desire. Her expression even seemed to speak
, as if she were whispering shamefully, "Please feel free to touch and play with Lulu's buttocks..."
I deliberately teased her, and this time, I played with the girl's pink little buttocks with even greater care.
I gently scratched Lulu's little bottom with my five fingers, as if afraid of scratching it, rubbing
against the pores until I heard a "pattering" sound. Little by little, starting from her waist, I pushed against her
buttocks, creating waves as I explored the elasticity of her buttocks. Slowly, I reached her highest, most upturned buttocks.
The fat on my fingertips felt like fine powder, yet firm and plump. From the buttocks down, the curve
was steeper than the uphill slope, converging in a beautiful and clean arc, turning into a vein at the base of her thigh. Then, from bottom
to top, I did it again. This time, I applied a little more pressure with my fingernails, making the "pattering" sound even more
intoxicating.
I even stared intently… at those snow-white buttocks, that delicate skin.
When I pried between my fingertips, a few streaks of rosy, almost obscene, peculiar red would peek through the whiteness, like
marks or stains I'd left on the girl's body. Then… miraculously, those youthful, well-developed buttocks muscles,
with their natural elasticity and expansion, immediately smoothed those rosy streaks back to a snowy white. But it seemed that the color
hadn't simply vanished; instead, it had subtly blended into the overall whiteness of her buttocks… little by little, streak by streak,
I touched it again and again, poked it again and again, until Lulu could barely stand… it seemed
like an illusion, or perhaps… Lulu's little buttocks were truly being kneaded and manipulated by me like dough, molded into…
Pink, flushed with shame and excitement.
"Mmm...mmm..." Lulu dared not resist, letting me freely touch and fondle her tender buttocks. Her
expression of pain and torment, which she dared not show, was tinged with her little nose twitching, her whole body trembling slightly. This
made her little buttocks, like the surface of a swaying egg custard, ripple and become even more alluring.
Until I touched her until she was almost collapsing, she seemed to secretly glance at me with a wronged look.
I chuckled lewdly, but wasn't about to stop. I added my other hand, both hands
supporting Lulu's buttocks. This time, I used some force, squeezing hard, then
clenching my fingers tightly and then scattering them sharply. This intense movement made her little buttocks bounce even more violently, like a bouncy ball,
the smooth flesh almost shimmering with a halo.
It feels so good, so enjoyable! Who says the most fun parts of a girl's body are her breasts and her vagina...? I don't
know if all girls have such tender, pink flesh, so delicate and elastic at the same time. Maybe only
younger girls have it, those who haven't fully developed yet, those who are evolving into girls,
secreting estrogen, mixed with the vitality of youth, that gives it this feel... Just playing with this place, I feel like
I could play with it for a lifetime.
After a while, I pinched Lulu's two buttocks and mischievously pulled them apart...
"Ah!!!...No!!!" Lulu couldn't help but let out another shameful cry...
She probably realized that this position was no longer just about me humiliating her beautiful buttocks, but about making
the scenery inside her butt crack "bloom".
Instead of immediately attacking her more sensitive areas, I quickly released her two adorable buttocks. Their abundant
elasticity caused them to close again, and Lulu's moans and whimpers turned into even lower, more subdued "Mmm...mmm
..."
To be honest, after the earlier abuse, humiliation, leg-fucking, and intimacy I'd done to Lulu,
I really wondered if, besides feeling ashamed, Lulu also felt a little pleasure from touching her buttocks like this.
But... taking advantage of Lulu's brief relaxation, I pulled her buttocks apart again. This
time, I didn't immediately let them spring back. Instead, I paused slightly, taking a deep look at
the beautiful sight within that groove.
A slightly dark groove, flanked by two snow-white, fleshy buttocks, without any wrinkles,
blemishes, or moles, just a pale pink; the further down, the more pinkish the texture became, and then,
I saw, a very, very small, slightly blooming chrysanthemum.
It was a daisy, the whole thing no bigger than my little finger. The outer edge of the flower
was a mixture of pinkish-gray and crimson, just the
color of the skin around it, wrinkled and twisted like chrysanthemum petals... Good heavens, even Lulu's anus was being
stared at so blatantly. I never expected it to be so clean, so pink, so pale, so exquisitely
cute, even a little playful.
I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement again; my penis was getting hard again. I even felt that
seeing Lulu's anus was more exciting than seeing her vagina. To be honest, I'm not a
fan of girls' anuses. I used to fast-forward through similar scenes in AVs, and I
don't usually have this kind of complex in my sexual fantasies. But seeing Lulu's little anus now, I realized that it
could be so beautiful.
Of course... it's mostly psychological. Just like the effect of a slip dress. That
was a more private place, even more private than a girl's virginity. After all, a girl
, once aroused, might quickly show her breasts, nipples, or even her vulva to her beloved boyfriend,
but... showing a man that place between his buttocks might require more courage and more intimacy, right?
My desire for Lulu was never just lust, so seeing Lulu's cute little
anus, so beautiful, my penis, which had already ejaculated twice, actually got hard again.
But in just a short while... Lulu was already incredibly ashamed. Perhaps she realized that I wasn't
just playing with her buttocks, but was actually spying on and admiring her "dirtiest" place. She didn't dare to dodge or resist
... She actually chose to speak, with a hint of sobbing and grievance, as if trying to distract me
.
"Brother Stone... no... no... do you want to take a shower?" She almost spat out these shameful
words through clenched teeth.
I couldn't help but chuckle. After tonight, I understand Lulu better now. This girl
might be a little silly, but sometimes, in small details, she can always make
choices that are the lesser of two evils. Perhaps knowing that showering with me was unavoidable, and afraid that I'd get
so engrossed in looking at her buttocks that I might do something that would frighten her even more, she preferred to remind me about the shower.
This time, I didn't want to make things difficult for her, so I released her buttocks and even gave them a playful "smack,"
making her snowy bottom ripple, before saying with a grin, "Shower together...you take off your clothes, and you take mine
off too, so we can shower together..."
I had expected Lulu to resist and be coy for a bit. To my surprise, this time Lulu didn't
hesitate much. She obediently nodded, seemingly biting her lip slightly, abandoning her sideways
posture with her back to me. She leaned closer, her hands hanging down, and reached out to pull at my t-shirt, helping me take it off.
I knew she initially thought it would be safer with her back to me, but she couldn't stand me playing with her buttocks and showing me her cleft
, so she faced me again. But this meant that her two breasts, which she had previously tightly protected with her arms, and
her bright red nipples, erect from a night of lewd play, including the cute little flesh and a few hairs on her genitals,
were once again completely exposed to me.
However, with her so close, I wasn't in a hurry to continue ogling her sexual characteristics. Instead,
I enjoyed this heavenly treatment: a seventeen-year-old girl, still a pure virgin, her whole body...
Completely naked, all the secrets of the young girl's body were laid bare before me. She was actively serving me, undressing me
… while I looked closely at Lulu's eyes and eyelashes.
I've mentioned before that Lulu's eyes weren't the so-called "big, round eyes," but rather a pair of
adorable, crescent-shaped eyes—a distinctive feature of her appearance. I'd often stared
at her eyes through a screen before, but no matter how high-definition the camera, it was never as close as this time
. As I watched, I enjoyed her service: she took off my t-shirt and then, without hesitation,
pulled down my pants. She was like a humble maid, using her fingertips and the ceaseless friction of flesh
to serve her master in undressing.
Even Lulu's future husband might not receive such treatment.
And Lulu's eyes… were so clear…
I knew before that only children's eyes were truly clear. But after they reach their teens, especially
in today's society, children develop earlier and experience more complex social situations, and their eyes begin
to be tinged with more color. Of course, this color also carries more emotion and more excitement... but
it will gradually lose that original clarity.
But Lulu's eyes still retain a bit of the innocence of a little girl. You know, Lulu
is seventeen after all. A seventeen-year-old girl's eyes can be more beautiful, more charming, more alluring, more
melodious, but they shouldn't be so clear-eyed... Perhaps it's innate. Her pupils are truly black yet
bright, like stars in the night sky, like some kind of black gemstone; her eyelashes are very long, I
can see each one clearly; her eyelids are curved, like crescent moons, like broad willow leaves, even
slightly upturned at the corners... exuding innocence and cuteness.
Just looking at her eyes, I really feel... this is a spotless, pure
girl, untouched by the world's harsh realities. But… I thought about it… and felt a pang of bitterness. This
girl, "pure to the extreme," had taken my gifts worth over 300,000 yuan… and acted like nothing had happened.
At that moment, Lulu had already taken off my trousers, leaving me only in my
boxer shorts, reeking of a man's genitals.
I felt a little ashamed of the "taste" of these shorts, a feeling of inferiority
contrasted with Lulu's still glistening, fragrant body after I'd played with her for so long. Perhaps it was… my mind was a jumble,
a little discouraged, a little bitter. I simply grabbed Lulu and pulled her tightly into my arms, kneading her
as if trying to press her into my body!
This wasn't affection, nor tenderness; it was lust, violation, and defilement.
I pressed my body tightly against hers, panting heavily, and pressed her
body against mine forcefully. It was as if I wanted to use this movement, to use my entire body to feel all the curves and
details of her body, and to defile all the curves and details of her body, to deeply engrave my mark on her, to soak in
my scent, to leave my filth.
My chest pressed against Lulu's breasts, those full breasts could only obediently be bullied and pressed by me, those two
nipples, like massage beads, were rubbing against my pectoral muscles; my penis, which was already hard again,
was "standing" up, covered by her panties, and pressed against Lulu's lower abdomen, her smooth belly skin, her small navel,
was right against this penis, letting the body of the penis roll on it, pressing a groove into Lulu's soft belly skin
.
My two thick, hairy legs and Lulu's two flawless white legs were intertwined like this. This
allowed one of my legs to explore the delicate inside of Lulu's two thighs, while Lulu's two legs clamped tightly around
my thighs. My hands, one digging into Lulu's beautiful back, scraping against her smooth skin;
the other hand grasping her buttocks, kneading her flesh hard.
We both couldn't help but let out gasps that sounded like painful groans.
So this is what a complete embrace feels like…it's as if I can become one with this girl, as if
Lulu's bones are melting, her scent, her warmth, her sensations…all belong to me; all belong to me, to be with
me, to be violated, to be humiliated, to be played with, to be defiled.
So this is what the feeling of a naked embrace is like. I used more and more force, but
…
"Waaah…waaah…" Lulu finally couldn't take it anymore; she was probably having trouble breathing…she started struggling
, pleading, "It hurts…Brother Stone…it hurts…"
I really suspected I was going to break Lulu's ribs from my embrace, so I had to loosen my grip just a little bit. This little
girl's breasts were amazing; they bounced back the moment I loosened my grip even slightly.
The touch, so close yet so far, was incredibly pleasurable. Her soft breasts felt like a massage on my chest, her erect nipples like a tease
.
"Just like that… take off my underwear too… then I'll let you go…" I gave her a haphazard order.
Lulu was probably in pain;
she actually struggled and tried to pull at the edge of my pants. With us so close together, and her movements, the result was, of course,
a series of touches and rubbings between my body and all my private parts. I could even hear
the "swishing" sound of Lulu's pubic hair rubbing against my inner thighs. But at least she managed to pull my underwear off so haphazardly.
Afraid of hurting her, I reluctantly let her go.
Now, we were both completely naked. For a few seconds, I actually felt a little embarrassed.
I gave a quick laugh to cover it up, nudged Lulu, and said, "Come on," before we walked
into the glass shower enclosure, one after the other.
The shower enclosure was a long, narrow type with frosted glass sliding doors on both sides. It was actually quite spacious; even
with the two of us squeezed in, it didn't feel particularly crowded.
In the corner was a chrome-plated fan-shaped shelf, holding bottles of shampoo, shower
gel, conditioner, and moisturizer in various colors. A pink floral-shaped bath sponge and a...
I noticed a small, light blue scrubbing brush, the kind I didn't recognize...
I glanced at the showerhead; honestly, it was significantly larger than any other showerhead I'd ever seen.
Having worked in real estate, I could immediately tell it was a high-end product. The ceiling had a large, round, suspended showerhead
connected to the drain via a shower rod; a bright, handheld showerhead hung from the rod. The drain
was gleaming, made of such high-quality materials I didn't even recognize. On either side, there was a rotating switch.
Logically, one should be for hot water, and the other for cold water... But that's strange... Most drains
have a knob to adjust whether the water comes out from the shower or the drain, but this one didn't
.
I tried turning the left switch... "Plop!" Then, "whoosh!"—
a steady stream of water immediately flowed from the drain, with very strong pressure. I thought I heard
a "click-click" sound from the electronic ignition system; that must be the water heater in the kitchen next door lighting up… Sure enough,
less than ten seconds later, I checked the tap and the water was already quite hot… The rushing water immediately
soaked Lulu and my feet on the shower floor.
For me, the water temperature was quite comfortable, but after playing around for so long, I was completely struck by
the physiological differences between men and women. Lulu's skin is so delicate; wasn't the water a bit too hot? Besides, it was a hot day, and
I was worried about burning Lulu. I figured if the left tap was for hot water, the right one must be for cold water
, so I tried turning the right knob…
I couldn't feel any change in water temperature…
And… all the water was coming out from the drain; how do I adjust it to a showerhead?
How do I adjust the overhead shower and the handheld shower?
I'm taking a shower, not washing my feet… What am I going to do?
I looked it over from head to toe… This shower column looked like a high-end imported product… It even
had a green “h” logo, very exquisite, though I didn’t recognize it…
Damn! I didn’t recognize it, and I didn’t know how to use it?! This
was completely different from the shabby 200-yuan shower set in my rented room.
At that moment, my face turned red!
Today, I had stormed into a single girl’s house with a military knife, menacing her
, planning to rape her, or rather, not just rape, but to force her into a
more shameful act than rape, to initiate intimacy with me. I had even shamelessly used an eleven-year-old as
a target of coercion… and I hadn’t even blushed.
But at this moment… I blushed.
I was even a little angry and ashamed.
I can force Lulu to do all sorts of shameful things, I can play with Lulu's body, I can detain
Lulu and take whatever I want from her, I can even rape Lulu to my heart's content, use my penis to break her hymen, I
can force Lulu to shower with me in humiliation... I can even rush next door and rape Xiao Ai too
!
But... a small shower faucet realistically tells me: no matter what,
the gap between my impoverished urban drifter and these beautiful young women at home...
I can't enter their lives.
I can rape them, I can look at their camisole nightgowns, I can admire their anuses, but
still, I can't enter their "life." Whether it's the camisole nightgown or the anus, it's all something I obtained through violence
, and it only gets me a few hours... I don't even know how to use their showerhead,
right?
I'm just a poor boy, a country bumpkin from a small county town with little education and experience,
isn't that right? I foolishly threw away hundreds of thousands of yuan in a live stream—wasn't
that my dad's life savings? It wasn't even earned by me. I've never, never, can't, and never
will, truly entered into a warm and romantic middle-class family, to enjoy and have a girl like Lulu
, to live a peaceful life with such a girl, right?
I can force her to shower with me, but I don't know how to use a high-end showerhead…
I'm still in a daze, I'm almost turning from a daze into a kind of rage, a classic case of being embarrassed and
angry: I, this fierce "bad guy," forced a girl to shower with me, but I don't know how to use this showerhead
… It makes me feel as embarrassed as a fool. However, Lulu seemed to have sensed something, and she
spoke up again:
"The left side is for locking the temperature... Press that little button to adjust the temperature, otherwise
it'll just be the same temperature no matter how you turn it... The right side is for adjusting the water flow. Press that little button, turning it outwards adjusts to the handheld
shower head, turning it inwards adjusts to the top shower head... Both handles are the same, the little button is a safety lock, if you don't press
it, turning it won't work, it's to prevent scalding children. My sister specifically bought this model, because
my niece was still young then, and she was a single mother raising a child... for the child's safety."
I was a little embarrassed... but Lulu's gentle, slightly aggrieved and fearful girlish voice explained
how to use their shower head, perhaps even with a hint of disdain. After all, this scene...
how to say it? It was a little... a little funny. I could only try to suppress my self-pitying, pointless thoughts
, frown slightly to hide it, and continue what I was doing.
Who cares... Since there's no tomorrow, since I can never enjoy this kind of life, let's enjoy tonight first
.
Following Lulu's instructions, I pressed the "safety lock" on the right handle and turned it outwards... Sure enough,
the water stopped flowing, and a trickle of water immediately sprayed from the dozens of nozzles on the handheld showerhead
... A warm, comfortable, and fine stream of water instantly sprayed onto the tops of Lulu and me.
I took off the showerhead, looking at the naked girl gradually becoming wet with steam and water... I gently sighed
, holding the handheld showerhead, and began to water the girl as if she were a precious treasure...
Splash, splash...
A gentle, flowing stream of water, carrying wisps of white mist, cascaded down Lulu's beautiful hair.
Clear streams cascaded down her skin, from her head to her eyes, nose
, lips, neck, and collarbone, flowing over her breasts.
Beads of water clung to the top of her breasts, dripping onto her rosy nipples. The water flowed down her abdomen,
her navel, and her pubic hair… the few soft pubic hairs were instantly moistened by the water, forming
neater black streaks. Then, at her vulva, her labia began to sip
the water as if drinking in nectar, flowing down her smooth, supple thighs…
Lulu closed her eyes. Of course, it was because of the water spraying down; she was afraid it would get in her eyes… But as soon as
she closed her eyes, the tears she had held back for so long finally fell. It wasn't that she was crying now, but rather the shameful tears she had endured for so long
, which fell the instant she closed her eyes… She knew, of course, that while the warm water was
washing her body, it was also, in another, more lewd way, a way of stimulating my pleasure, a different
kind of debauchery, a complete defilement.
On the other hand, I also saw the involuntary relaxation and exhaustion beneath Lulu's heaving chest, a kind
of resignation born of despair… That's right… I had already ejaculated twice and was a little exhausted. Lulu, too,
had been played with by me for so long, heaven knows how many orgasms she had… Even if she wanted to be on guard, at this moment, with the hot water flowing
down, she couldn't help but relax slightly…
Having already been played with like this, how much worse could it get?
This scene was so beautiful…
But, having learned my lesson, I was wiser this time. Besides admiring the warm water cascading over Lulu
's naked body, I also used my peripheral vision to carefully observe what other
mechanisms were hidden in the handheld showerhead. Sure enough, I discovered it; there was a button on the showerhead handle, and it seemed to have three settings.
Oh well… at least for now, this high-end showerhead was in my hands, this girl was in my grasp
, and even the angelic little one next door was in my control. Let me cherish every
second, and properly play with her, humiliate her, and enjoy her…

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