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As she heard the water start to run in the shower, she scrolled down and started to read what Courtney had called up.
In the shower , Courtney slowly lathered herself with fragrant soap, running her hands over her breasts and pinching her erect inverted nipples, imagining what Daphne was reading. One hand strayed to her tightly manicured bush and the secrets within. A soapy finger began running over and over her pierced clit, imagining what might soon happen. As her orgasm took her, she had to cover her mouth with her free hand to stifle the blissful squeal. Catching her breath, she started to shut the water off , but stopped, her eyes narrowing with a thought. With the shower still running, Courtney quietly stepped out, pulled on a thick, fluffy robe, and tip toed to the door and peeked around.
Daphne was leaning back in the computer chair, skirt hiked up, one hand on the mouse and one hand buried between her legs. She was breathing heavily, slowly scrolling down the page as she read a story about two television hosts having wildly sexual experience. Two female hosts. From The X Show. Part of her wanted to stop reading, because it was too much, it was too real. The other part (the part controlling the hand that was working her to a frenzy) kept reading. |
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