"Let me wash you, Alex," Autumn said with a playful, seductive smile as she reached for my cock.

We were standing together under the warm shower spray, the water cascading over our naked bodies.

She squeezed a generous amount of body wash onto her palm and then wrapped her soapy hand around my thick, semi-hard cock, starting to wash me from there.

"You could wash my back first," I said, smiling at her obvious intentions.

"No, Alex... this needs extra care," she replied, her voice low and teasing as her fingers slowly stroked up and down my shaft, spreading the slick body wash over every inch.

It felt less like washing and more like she was deliberately trying to make my cock hard again. Her grip was gentle but firm, her thumb circling the sensitive head while her other fingers massaged the thick veins along the length.

My cock, still sensitive and half-hard after cumming inside her earlier, began to twitch and swell under her touch, growing heavier in her hand.

"Fuck, Autumn... you are not washing me properly," I groaned, my voice rough as her seductive touch sent sparks of pleasure through me.

She wasn’t just cleaning me, she was stroking me with slow, deliberate movements, squeezing just enough to make my cock throb and leak a fresh bead of precum that mixed with the soap.

Autumn looked up at me with dark, mischievous eyes, biting her lower lip as she continued. "I think I’m doing it just right," she whispered, her hand twisting slightly around the head before sliding back down to the base.

Her other hand joined in, cupping my balls and gently massaging them with soapy fingers, rolling them softly while her first hand kept pumping my now fully hardening cock.

The warm water rained down on us, making her skin glisten and her heavy breasts bounce slightly with every movement of her arms.

She was clearly enjoying herself, taking her time to wash me, her fingers exploring every ridge and vein as if she couldn’t get enough of feeling my cock grow harder in her grasp.

"You know babe, I’m gonna be late for the banquet," I groaned as she squeezed my cock.

Autumn leaned in closer, her heavy, soft breasts pressing firmly against my chest, her hardening nipples brushing and teasing my own stiff nipples as she whispered hotly against my ear, "See? It needed extra care... and it looks much better now."

My shaft had already hardened again under her touch, thick, veiny, and throbbing in her palm.

It was easier to clean it now with the body wash, the slick lather allowing her fingers to glide smoothly up and down the entire length, from the base all the way to the swollen, sensitive head.

As Autumn started washing my chest now, playing with my nipples, my mind wandered to the royal banquet.

The royal banquet was supposed to be elegant, formal, and full of high-society people, politicians, businessmen, other royal families.

Everyone would be dressed in their finest, watching every move, judging every interaction. And in the middle of it all, Aria planned to publicly break up with her fiancé and present me as her new man.

But her mother had seen me earlier today, balls-deep in Tracy, one of her own employees, in a public fitting room.

She had closed the curtain without a word, but she had seen everything, my thick cock stretching Tracy’s ass, the way the married woman moaned for me, the raw, filthy way I was claiming her.

Now, tonight, that same woman would be at the banquet, watching her daughter introduce me, the same young man who had just been destroying one of her staff’s holes, as her official boyfriend.

The possibilities raced through my mind as I stood in the shower with Autumn.

Would Lady Emilia expose me? Would she pull Aria aside and tell her what she saw? Or would she stay silent, watching me with those sharp, knowing eyes, wondering what kind of man her daughter had chosen?

And what about the fiancé? He would be there too, expecting to be by Aria’s side as usual. How would he react when she dumped him publicly and brought me forward instead?

"Alex, you look tense," Autumn said softly as she continued washing my chest, deliberately pressing her slick, soapy breasts against me.

Her full, heavy tits slid up and down my skin, her hard nipples dragging across my chest as she used her body to clean me, her hands roaming over my shoulders and abs.

"Yeah, I was just thinking about the party," I replied, snapping back to the present moment.

"Why don’t you invite me?" Autumn suggested, her voice turning low and seductive as she looked up at me with dark, playful eyes. "I have a perfect tight dress for the occasion. It has a low cut in the front, and you know how my ass would look in that."

She gave a little sway of her hips, emphasizing her thick curves. "If the party gets boring, we could always sneak off to some empty room..."

"Yeah, it sounds awesome," I said, "but someone invited me as their date, so..."

"Who?" Autumn asked, stopping her movements and looking at me more intently, her hands still resting on my chest.

"It’s my college friend," I said, reaching out to squeeze her soapy breasts, feeling their heavy, slippery weight in my palms as my thumbs brushed over her stiff nipples.

"Your college friend, huh?" she said, her tone teasing but with an edge. "Is she pretty? Does she have curves like mine?" She glanced down at her own body, then back up at me, clearly fishing for reassurance while her hips subtly rolled against me.

"Will there be older women at the party?" Autumn asked, her voice carrying a mix of curiosity and subtle jealousy.

She knew from experience exactly how much older, thick women excited me, how their mature curves, soft bodies, and experienced hunger could drive me wild.

"Yeah, it’s a royal party," I replied, standing directly under the shower spray as I washed myself, letting the warm water rinse away the body wash from my chest and shoulders. "I’m sure there will be many older royal women there."