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tousled, her dark eyes were
heavy-lidded and hazy, and her lips appeared slightly swollen. She looked like a woman who’d been screwed
out of her mind for the past three hours.
    As she washed herself, the friction of the
warm, wet towel both soothed and aroused her. Suddenly she imagined Vince
kneeling in front of her, slowly guiding the washcloth over the plump, slick
folds of her labia, then replacing the towel with his fingers. She could almost
feel him massaging soap into her soft pubic hair, then slipping beyond to
caress her engorged clit.
    Closing her eyes, she set aside the
washcloth, then reached between her legs and touched herself. Pretending she
was with Vince, she teased and stroked herself as the pressure built inside
her. Biting her lower lip, she scraped a fingernail against the hood of her
clit and shivered at the resulting sensation. Her breasts throbbed, and her
nipples hardened.
    She slipped a finger deep inside her pussy
and heard her own ragged moan as if from a great distance. Imagining Vince’s
cock filling her, she pushed a second finger inside herself, then cried out as
she began climaxing, her hips pumping wildly.
    When she opened her eyes moments later and
looked in the mirror, her reflection was joined by Vince’s. He stood a few feet
behind her and was watching her quietly, his lids at half-mast, his nostrils
slightly flared.
    Instead of feeling embarrassed that she’d
been caught masturbating, Rebecca found herself more aroused than before.
Especially when she lowered her gaze and saw the bulge of Vince’s erection
straining against his jeans. The knowledge that she could turn him on so easily
sent a thrill of wicked pleasure through her.
    Without a word, Vince closed the distance
between them and reached around her body to cup her aching breasts in his
hands. Rebecca moaned as he kneaded them, brushing the pad of his thumbs across
her tight nipples. She undulated her hips, rubbing her ass against the rigid length
of his dick.
    With a low groan, he slapped her right butt
cheek. Rebecca gasped as a melting warmth spread through her belly and settled
heavily in her loins.
    “You like that?” Vince whispered huskily
against her ear.
    She nodded quickly, and his hand rose and
fell again, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure as she panted and
writhed against him, on the verge of climax.
    “ Vince ,”
she moaned. “I want you inside me, fucking me hard.”
    The words were barely out of her mouth before
he was unzipping his jeans and sheathing himself with a condom he’d retrieved
from the back pocket.
    She parted her legs, braced her hands on the
countertop and leaned over the sink as the slick head of his cock probed at her
swollen opening.  
    “ Now , Vince ,” she half-commanded,
half-begged.
    He thrust inside her, so high and deep she
felt him in her womb. She cried out and arched backward, her pussy muscles
clenching tightly around him. With one hand he massaged her breast while with
the other he continued slapping her butt to the beat of his hard, voracious
strokes.
    Rebecca watched their joined images in the
mirror, unbearably aroused by the sight of this virile, gorgeous man having his
way with her.
    As he pumped harder and deeper, she felt the
tension rising within her, felt her body approaching release.
    She reached behind her and squeezed Vince’s
naked ass, and he shuddered and began thrusting faster, his balls slamming
heavily against her bottom. A moment later, she felt the blinding pleasure of
an orgasm overtake her, wrenching loud, helpless cries from her throat.
    As her body exploded, Vince slid halfway out
of her, then plunged deep and hard, one last tremendous thrust that locked
their bodies together. He shouted her name hoarsely as he came, an orgasm so
strong and violent it shook her own body.
    They remained clamped together, his hands
gripping her waist and her palms flattened against the countertop, until the
tremors subsided and their breathing