Dirty Little Photos: Naughty Mrs. Claus

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Dirty Little Women–Bette

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Bette pulled the robe more tightly around herself as her flip-flops scraped and hopped against the laminate hallway to one of the dorms’ bathrooms.  Cold prickles of anticipation swam over the hair on her arms and neck. She had a few toys hidden among her routine bathroom soaps and sponges.

The door creaked and the sound of her loose footwear echoed loudly throughout the oblong, titled room.  Bette choose the third stall from the end—far enough from the door to increase the semblance of her privacy.

She hung the towel on the rung before pulling back the curtain and setting her basket on the bench inside the shower.  With curtain closed behind her, she turned the water hot and steamy until a head floated inches above the inwardly slopped floor.  After flinging her robe over the rail, Bette stepped under the spray, arching her body with arms in the air to feel the rivulets of water dance down her skin.

Nipples peaking hard, she gasped for breath as the water fell between her thighs, swaying against her swollen clit and readying her for play.

She reached for her basket, pulling moisturizing soap to lather against her skin, tracing the soft lines of her own breasts, the flat expanse of her stomach, the trimmed curve of her sex.  Fingers delved between her thighs and pressed along her core.  The anticipation bloomed through her this time, but she would wait until she had exactly what she wanted.

After a thorough rinse, Bette dug the other seemingly inconspicuous items from her basket—a strong suction handle, which she attached proficiently to the shower wall above the bench seat, and her favorite rubber dildo with suction cup attachment, which she fastened to the bench seat.

One final adjustment, she reached for the showerhead and turned it so that the stream would continue to fall against her, and she positioned herself above the head of her rubber cock, legs spread, and hands aiding her in her own penetration.  The thick, mushroom head popped into her, making her descent along the shaft smooth and easy.

Not quite as good as a real, warm and throbbing cock, but as her hips undulated over the shaft, her core squeezed its ridges from the pleasure mere penetration.  The pings from the water softly pelted her rolling body as she reached back for the handle.  Her body stretched upward, arms extended to keep hold of her prop, ass scraping against the faux marble bench seat.  She could have brought her slender anal probe and set it up, but she hadn’t.  She would the next time.

Spreading her legs made her fall over the rubber cock with much heavier thrusts, coiling sharp pleasure inside of her and making it spring from her mouth in breathy increments.

The pinging of the water like thousands of little fingers caressing her, winding her up as they tried to soothe her.

A bang made Bette’s body start, sending her closer to the precipice of the orgasm she so desperately needed.  She had no warm cock to play with, and she needed this to clear her mind for midterms.  The steam’s head swirled and dissipated some as the cold rush from the door made its way through the bathroom.

That cold wound around her calves and thighs as Bette dropped herself onto the rubber cock once more, grinding hard against the very ends of her.  She shifted herself with unrelenting need and passion, rebuilding the heat in her shower stall, arching herself toward the water, sharpening the angle of her penetration before the cord in her snapped, and she let out one short, gasping moan.

Her body trembled as she fell back against the faux marble wall; her core still spasmed around the invasion of her dildo before she could bring herself back to her feet.  The cock sat there, covered in her crème, erect and ready for the next round she surely needed.