Meetings

"[Harder]," Jenna cried.

"[It will hurt if I go any harder]," Khan grunted.

"[Khan]," Jenna called in a pleading tone.

"[Fine]," Khan whispered. "[Brace yourself]."

Faint cries and even a few suppressed moans followed that exchange of words. Anyone would get a specific idea of what was happening when hearing that conversation and those tones, but that conclusion would be completely wrong.

Khan and Jenna were in the bathroom, under the shower, but they weren't doing anything sexual. Jenna had simply wanted his help to remove the spray from her skin, and he quickly discovered that the process wasn't as easy as it looked.

The gas had almost fused with Jenna's skin and hair, creating a slim layer that was hard to remove. Khan had to put real strength while scrubbing her with a soft sponge, but the process still took an entire hour.