He grinned as he watched her. She was beautiful, and the water falling over her shoulders only accentuated it. Daryl's hand dropped to grip his cock in her absence. He had no doubt she would reclaim her hold, and he was more than happy to relinquish it.
Daryl wasn't a big talker. he was content to communicate without words. Moans were probably more effective in times like this anyway. He jutted his hip to the side and purred.