The way the woman gazed longingly at the ceiling, most likely seeing as the drops of water fell, how she stuck out her tongue out in anticipation of the flow… they were too much for me to resist!
'I'm not better than this! Not in the slightest!' My mind rang.
There was a risk I could get caught, but was there anything worse than that? Even if it was shameless of me, I was certain Lara would understand!
She was a psychiatrist, after all. 'Beating one's meat' was a healthy venture according to science, and she was a woman of science, no? Certainly, Lara would be in support.
My incredibly aroused mind made up its own common sense as I gave myself to perversion.
Lara kept turning her body and reaching for more difficult parts. She rubbed her armpits, her legs, her… hole… and the more she did this, the faster my hands went.
My eyes bulged more in anticipation and my lips curled into what I couldn't possibly describe.
"Haa… Haa…"