A4mushroom
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(Closed for BigRPerGuy)
The feeling of the warm water splash against Natasha's Cold, naked body gave her pleasant goosebumps. She pushed further into the stream of steamy water that was gushing from the crome shower head above. Leaving the shower curtain open, she could see herself across the bathroom in the mirrored cabinet door above the sink. Her light bronze skin glistened with the water and her long black hair clung to her back as it dampened. She eyed the curves of her bottom and breasts that protruded from her slender frame in unbelievably provokative shapes. closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she stepped forward directly underneath the torrent of liquid. The water spewed over her entire body, covering all of her assets in transparant heat.
She opened her eyes and bent down to retrieve a bottle of lotion from the side of the tub. As she lowered her torso her booty was pushed outward, exposing her puckered asshole to the chilling ventilated air outside the stream. She straightened back up and began to apply the lotion upon her tanned skin. Starting on her tummy, she spread the suds over her body with nimble fingers. A small smirk formed on her face as she massaged the soap into her sensitive nipples and across her mounding chest. She spread the lotion up her neck and across the lengths of her arms, also smoothing it across the cheeks of her ass and cute little butt hole.
Felling the heat of the water embrace her, she pushed down her inner thighs and shaved naval. Her mind began to wander to dirtier things as she cleaned her young body. Slowly, she moved inward toward her most sensitive areas. lightly rubbing her outer lips she felt her clit begin to gorge and swell. Sharing the attention equally to her pink clitoris, her eyelids fluttered closed as she entered her own land of pleasure. The feel of her fingers tantalizing her senses was lovely. she pushed on toward her tight opening but had hardly slipped in one slippery finger before a loud and ruddily awakening knock at the door.
She stood frozen under the spray. The frown on her face willing the unwelcome visitor away. Seconds passed with no sound from the outside words but just as Natasha began to slip under the knocking blasted through her ears once more.
"Tash...? Tash! Dont get in the shower yet." The voice of her brother could be heard from the wooden door. Natasha breathed an irritated sigh and cast her head into the torrent of water.
"Too late, Scott!" She called back, knowing the interruption had probably eradicated any hope of her getting off. "And stop calling me Tash" She barked with her head cocked angrily towards the door.
"But I need a piss!" He called back. She ignored him. Staring at the tiled wall in front of her, she used all of her brain power to will him away from her presents. Seconds passed once more and Tash was finally sure he had left. But her sigh of relief was cut short by another, more desperte cry of "Tash!".
"FOR FUCK SAKE!" She shouted, reluctantly leaving the continus flood of comfort. She stepped onto the bathmat dripping warm liquid from her angry little body, and donned a small towel that was handing up. Unfortunately, the thin towel left little to the imagination and, starting midway down her cleavage, trailed off near the top of her thighs. But she had no time to check her decency and stormed over to the door, clicking the lock open with with petty fury.
The feeling of the warm water splash against Natasha's Cold, naked body gave her pleasant goosebumps. She pushed further into the stream of steamy water that was gushing from the crome shower head above. Leaving the shower curtain open, she could see herself across the bathroom in the mirrored cabinet door above the sink. Her light bronze skin glistened with the water and her long black hair clung to her back as it dampened. She eyed the curves of her bottom and breasts that protruded from her slender frame in unbelievably provokative shapes. closing her eyes and tilting her head back, she stepped forward directly underneath the torrent of liquid. The water spewed over her entire body, covering all of her assets in transparant heat.
She opened her eyes and bent down to retrieve a bottle of lotion from the side of the tub. As she lowered her torso her booty was pushed outward, exposing her puckered asshole to the chilling ventilated air outside the stream. She straightened back up and began to apply the lotion upon her tanned skin. Starting on her tummy, she spread the suds over her body with nimble fingers. A small smirk formed on her face as she massaged the soap into her sensitive nipples and across her mounding chest. She spread the lotion up her neck and across the lengths of her arms, also smoothing it across the cheeks of her ass and cute little butt hole.
Felling the heat of the water embrace her, she pushed down her inner thighs and shaved naval. Her mind began to wander to dirtier things as she cleaned her young body. Slowly, she moved inward toward her most sensitive areas. lightly rubbing her outer lips she felt her clit begin to gorge and swell. Sharing the attention equally to her pink clitoris, her eyelids fluttered closed as she entered her own land of pleasure. The feel of her fingers tantalizing her senses was lovely. she pushed on toward her tight opening but had hardly slipped in one slippery finger before a loud and ruddily awakening knock at the door.
She stood frozen under the spray. The frown on her face willing the unwelcome visitor away. Seconds passed with no sound from the outside words but just as Natasha began to slip under the knocking blasted through her ears once more.
"Tash...? Tash! Dont get in the shower yet." The voice of her brother could be heard from the wooden door. Natasha breathed an irritated sigh and cast her head into the torrent of water.
"Too late, Scott!" She called back, knowing the interruption had probably eradicated any hope of her getting off. "And stop calling me Tash" She barked with her head cocked angrily towards the door.
"But I need a piss!" He called back. She ignored him. Staring at the tiled wall in front of her, she used all of her brain power to will him away from her presents. Seconds passed once more and Tash was finally sure he had left. But her sigh of relief was cut short by another, more desperte cry of "Tash!".
"FOR FUCK SAKE!" She shouted, reluctantly leaving the continus flood of comfort. She stepped onto the bathmat dripping warm liquid from her angry little body, and donned a small towel that was handing up. Unfortunately, the thin towel left little to the imagination and, starting midway down her cleavage, trailed off near the top of her thighs. But she had no time to check her decency and stormed over to the door, clicking the lock open with with petty fury.