Cindy watched, fascinated, as Amy continued to masturbate on the shower floor. Amy's legs were spread wide now as her fingers rubbed small circles over her hard clit. Her eyes closed, she leaned her head back against the tiled wall of the shower. Her hand rubbed harder now, and she slipped a finger into her wet slit, teasing the opening to her pulsing vagina.
As Amy slipped two fingers inside herself, Cindy's hands played over her own body. She pinched her nipple through her shirt, and slid the other up under the hem of her skirt to rub her own swollen lips through the thin fabric of the thong she was wearing.
Amy's back arched with pleasure. Her hand was pistoning her fingers in and out of her pussy, her fingers glistening with the mixture of water from the shower and her own sweet juices. Her breathing came in ragged gasps as she neared her orgasm. Amy pulled hard on her nipple to push herself over the top. Hand pumping hard in and out of her tight young pussy, she came. Her head fell forward, and her toes curled at the wrenching orgasm. She held her hand deep in her pussy, feeling the muscles spasm tightly around her fingers.
Finally released from her lust induced haze, Amy's blue eyes fluttered open as she leaned back against the shower wall. It was only then that she noticed Cindy standing there. |