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Unlike the one in my room, the bathroom was large as was the shower. Having hung up my dress, I went inside, turned on the water, and with pleasure set my body to the jets. She ran her hand from her shoulders to her stomach and, licking the water from her lips, lowered her eyelids. The room smelled of Max, the bathroom smelled of Max, Max’s shower room… I cupped my breasts in my hands and rubbed my nipples. Slightly squeezed, wrapped in a circle. The pulling, languid feeling became stronger, his chest gave off with a slight aching pain. Without wanting to, I remembered how his hand lay on my stomach and lowered my hand. His fingers on flesh…

– Mmm… – she licked her lips and gently stroked the bottom. Touched the clitoris.

What am I doing?! How many times in recent days have I asked myself this question and how many times I could not find an answer to it? What?!

She crumpled her chest – a little hard, as he could do it, turned her neck to warm jets, imagining his tongue on the skin. Fingers inward, a few strokes, then back to the clitoris. Softer and stronger, softer again, until there was weakness in the legs. Stepping back, I leaned against the wall of the shower room and openly caressed myself. I felt my own moisture, the smell of a man entwining me, who was looking at me today, who was touching me today, because of which I was doing this to myself now…