Once he had left the room she set the towel aside outside of the
shower and got it going, sighing contentedly as the warm water washed over her body. Once she was sure of her footing she arched male bestiality her body and stretched her arms over her
head, enjoying the relaxing warmth of the water. She male bestiality had gotten quite a bit of swimming done today, and the
fatigue was starting to set in. She closed her eyes as
she stepped under the water, running her fingers through her hair to remove any errant sand.
Stealing male bestiality a male bestiality glance to make sure one or the other hadn’t wandered back in, she traced her fingertips down her cheeks and down her neck, her male bestiality thoughts wandering to the two able-bodied young men only a room away. Though she couldn’t have possibly asked him male bestiality to do it, male bestiality she almost wished he had joined her in the shower. She smoothed her male bestiality hands down and male bestiality gently squeezed her breasts, wishing it was Cody’s hands on her body. She whimpered softly as she rolled her swiftly stiffening male bestiality nipples between her fingers, chewing her lip and hoping she wouldn’male bestiality t alert male bestiality the guys to her arousal.
She male bestiality imagined Cody wrapping his strong arms around her from behind and holding her against his muscular body, smoothing his hand male bestiality down her body to male bestiality gently stroke at male bestiality her center. Her hand followed her imagination, slipping inside her bikini bottoms and fingering at her male bestiality folds. Already aroused from her little adventure out at sea, she went ahead and slipped a pair of fingers inside herself while stroking her clit with her thumb. She had to stop fondling her breast to hold onto the wall as she shuddered with male bestiality pleasure, clenching her jaw to stifle a moan.
The sound of the door opening jarred her back to reality and she cried out in surprise, yanking her hand away male bestiality from her pussy male bestiality and hoping whoever had come in didn’t guess what she was up to. It was probably rude for a guest male bestiality to masturbate in someone else’s shower. “There’s a shirt over here for you when you’re done. Take as male bestiality long as you need.” She quietly blurted out some sort of male bestiality verbal acknowledgement, very glad that the curtain was sufficient to hide her profuse blush.
She toweled herself off and stepped carefully out of the shower. Her ankle still hurt a bit but she could walk on it easily enough. As promised, a light blue button-down shirt was waiting for her. The