- Fetish
- Ultimate Head
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Jenny found that, to wash her hair with her head detached, she had to hold her head under her arm, like a football, and to scrub as if she were giving herself a noogie. Derek laughed as she almost dropped her head when she moved to the door and opened it.
"You'd hate to get this far and then drop it," he giggled. She frowned as she flipped her head upside down to comb it with her fingers, then twisted a towel around it and set it on the counter. Her headless body closed the door and leaned back into the shower with Derek. He grinned as it turned toward him, throwing one arm over his shoulder and sliding her other hand down to squeeze his dick.
"Hey Derek," he heard her say on the other side of the door. "You wanna go again?"
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