“That’s right,” I murmur, still holding her pussy lips open with my fingers. “Like that, yeah?” I give her slit another long swipe.
“Faster,” she exhales.
I can’t help smiling—my petal tells me what she wants, and I like it.
“Yes, ma’am.”
And then I hear a familiar voice that is too close to the shower.
“Yo! Anyone there?”
I freeze. My heart jolts in surprise. Callie jerks in panic.
Fucking Ty. He is like a bumblebee that startles you in the worst moments possible.
I pause and raise my head to meet Callie’s panicking eyes. “Do. Not. Move,” I whisper a warning.
I get to my feet, and as soon as my head rises above the partition, I meet Ty’s lop-sided smile only several feet away, a towel hanging off his shoulder.
“Man, you taking a shower lying down or what?” He snorts.
I feel Callie shifting, so I lean just slightly and cup her pussy, holding her in place.
She stills.
Ty can’t see her. And that’s just great. Because I start sliding my fingers up and down her slit, not taking my eyes off Ty.
“Just playing around,” I say with a smile and wink at him.
Paranoid, Callie grabs my wrist to stop me, but I slap her hand away, and my fingers find her slick pussy again.
“Don’t waste the water, yeah?” Ty is about to turn around, then stops.
He frowns at me in suspicion.
I grin at him, stroking Callie’s pussy.
He must’ve noticed the movements. His nose suddenly wrinkles. “Wait.” His face turns into a disgusted grimace. “Maaaaan, are you jerking off? Dude!”
I cock an eyebrow, and he shakes his head, turning away. “Why are you fucking talking to me then? Jeez. Do it at your place.” He starts walking away, then turns his head. “Or go find your blondie and give your right hand a vacation,” he blurts as he stomps off.
I look down at Callie to meet her gaze. “Sound advice,” I say with a grin, not a bit baffled at the admission of it.
Except my right hand is where it wants to be. My fingers are still on her pussy, and her eyes are blazing at me with want.
Several blond hair strands wet with sweat and water are plastered to her face. Her braided pigtails are adorable, hanging down onto her breasts. Her legs are wide open for me. She is still leaning back, her back arched, her breasts out like they are asking for my attention.
“Where were we?” I murmur, drop to my knees, and my mouth is on her soaking pussy again.
I run my tongue slowly along her slit, then spread her pussy lips with my fingers and start flicking my tongue against her clit.
She moans beautifully. God, is there anything this girl does that doesn’t fascinate me? Her skin glows orange and pink in the last traces of sunset. Her breasts and pussy have those white triangles from her bikini.
She is glorious.
Like a goddess.
A fairy.