Just relax she whispered as she rolled the girls ***** between her fingertips, and though she really truly wanted to tease her up to that breaking point, Carmens panting breath in her ear and the way she clung to her for dear life made it impossible for Shane to restrain herself. She kept her thumb busy with the ***** while her other fingers spread Carmens lips open and began to enter her with force that she would only ever use with this much lubrication.

She felt her fingers slip in easily and began to stroke slow but hard, all the time keeping her thumb rubbing and flicking Carmens *****. Carmens face contorted in pleasure and she spread her legs further for Shanes touch, wrapping one foot around Shanes calf, letting Shanes hold and the constant stream of water running down her body take her. Shane felt the girl writhe against her, trembling violently, and knew it was time.

Thats right baby…let it go…give it to me. Shanes voice, punctuated with hard thrusts and a light twisting motion on her *****, brought her over the edge, her mouth open, too breathless to scream. Strong fingers ran along the length of her *****, stroking her soothingly and coaxing the climax out of her body.

When she opened her eyes, she was staring at the ceiling, her body totally limp, but warm and held securely in Shanes arms.

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Shane craned her neck up, looking with pride at the discarded comforter and sheets that lay splayed on the carpet belowdefeated obstacles in her quest for constant nudity. She laid her head back on the mattress with a devilish smirk, resting her cheek against Carmens hair and loving Sundays for all they were worth.

Weekday mornings were for clients, jolts of coffee, and frenzied, over-the-back-of-the-sofa *****. Saturday mornings were for being woken up early by Alice or Tina and dressing for something, always something. Getting the Toyota inspected. Taking Dana to Fred Segal.

Sundays were for laying in tangled sheets with her head buried in Carmens neck, lost in miles of dark, silky hair. Snooze alarms and what Carmen fondly referred to as pure, uncaffeinated Shane.

Which was everything that this morning was, minus the sheets. Carmen raised her head, trying in vein to blink the hair out of her eyes.