Infinite Regeneration In The Apocalypse-Chapter 34: Naive Claire (18+) 1

Then as always, she grabbed the hem of her sports bra and peeled it off in one smooth motion. Her breasts, removed bounced as they were free from their prison.

They were truly magnificent. Full, round, and almost impossibly perky, with small, tight nipples that stood out in the cool air.

Sniffing her sports bra, she recoiled slightly. "I really stink. I need to wash up."

She cat-walked directly to the shower.

Vogue gulped at her naked figure and gritted his teeth. Today was the last time he might see her, he didn’t want to let this opportunity go to waste.

"The bathroom I bath in is faulty. I think I should come bath with you." Vogue’s voice suddenly resounded in the gym room.

"Yeah, come in. The door is opened."

Claire’s voice drifted back, casual and unbothered.

Vogue felt his heart leap through his chest and with the record breaking speed, he tossed his gym shirt and shirt to the side and rushed straight into the bathroom!

He softly opened the door and entered the bathroom.

The bathroom was quite large, even larger than Vogue’s room.

There was a large bathtub, a toilet, a sink, and a separate shower stall. The shower was where Claire was, and its walls were made of completely transparent glass.

Vogue’s breathe caught in his throat as saw the water run through her fair naked skin.

"Will you continue to stare or will you enter?" Claire raised an eyebrow when she saw Vogue standing there, frozen.

Without hesitation, Vogue entered the glass shower stall and closed door.

Claire turned her back to him. "Can you add soap to my back, though I’m flexible, it’s better if someone assists me with it."

As she said this, she suddenly moved closer to him, bending slightly to grab the soap, and then froze, her entire body going rigid. "What’s that?"

"What’s that?"

She felt something hard and warm poking her ass. She frowned in confusion and asked.

"What’s that?"

She suddenly turned around to look down, her expression one of pure curiosity and puzzlement.

"It’s, uhm, my stuff. " Vogue didn’t really know how to respond.

"Ohh."

The naive Claire was surprised that the male organ was different from the female organs. She bent down, her face just inches from his erect cock as she observed it like a kid seeing a strange toy.

"Why is it so long and hard?" she asked, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

Vogue’s mind went blank. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

He scrambled his mind as his brain cells went into overdrive. "It... it gets like that when it sees something very pretty."

A brilliant smile spread across her face, and she laughed. "So you find me pretty."

Vogue nodded like a chicken pecking at its food. Claire stretched her hand and the touched the nine inches hard rod, making Vogue’s mind tremble!

Then she mistakenly stroked it with soap in her hand while saying. "It’s so warm and hard."

"What’s it used for?"

Vogue managed to speak even with the shock he was feeling. "Uhm, it’s used for peeing."

She replied with a dull ’ohh’ and almost stood up.

Vogue immediately spoke. "But... but something else comes out. On special occasions. Something very, very special comes out."

Her eyes brightened with interest. "Oh, what comes out?"

"Some type of... milk," Vogue’s eyes twitched and he almost felt guilty at the absurd words he was spewing.

"Some girls like it and say it’s better than cow milk, while some don’t like it."

"True. One man’s food is another man’s poison, I guess," she nodded her head in understanding.

"You said girls, so guys don’t like it?" She cocked her eyebrow as she asked.

Vogue almost stumbled where he stood. ’Guys? To hell with guys!’

"No-o it’s only meant for the opposite sex. You also produce yours and only a guy can drink it." Vogue tied to find all sort of excuse.

"That makes sense."

She playfully beat his meat with her hand, and it bounced while standing, seemingly amused by its resiliency.

"I feel really good seeing this."

She chuckled happily.

Then she said, all of a sudden, "Why is the white stuff not coming out?"

"It only comes out occasionally," Vogue explained, sweating now despite the hot water.

"When it’s in something warm, wet, and tight."

Vogue was stunned. How could someone be so naive and smart at the same time? He glanced at her, an idea forming. "We are in the bathroom now. If I wash it... will you put it in your mouth?"

Claire thought for a moment, her head tilted. Then she nodded. "Yeah, that will be good."

"Why don’t you wash it?" Vogue suggested, his voice hopeful. "You’re the only one that can do it to your satisfaction."

"That makes sense."

She knelt to the ground, put more soap on her hands and then began to stroke his length properly with her two hands! 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Vogue’s face changed as he tried his best not to grunt. But she kept stroking him, jerking him off faster and then slower, driving him insane.

If it weren’t for his max-level edging skill, he would have blasted right in her face. He inhaled deeply and immediately thought of something, Mrs. Karen’s sliced-up body.

The disgusting image popped into his mind, and the thing that was about to pop out immediately went back in.

"Ahem. Wash the two balls by the side too." Vogue’s voice was husky as he spoke with a straight face.

Claire, who was now kneeling on the tiled floor of the shower, nodded with a naive look. "Oh."

Then she began massaging the foam into his balls, her touch surprisingly gentle.

Vogue sighed at the nice feeling.

Claire, seemingly satisfied with how clean it was, rinsed his cock and balls with water.

Then, under Vogue’s widened eyes, she opened her mouth and wrapped her soft, pink lips on the tip of his dick!

The feeling immediately took Vogue’s breath away. His soul almost escaped his body at the heavenly feeling of warmth around his length!