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    The Tester

    “You’re right, McCutcheon”, Carmen retorted biting her bottom lip and closing her pad.

    She stood up with a sigh and Shane did the same.

    “I’ll see you at DEW, then…”, she said.

    Carmen nodded and they shook hands.

    “Definitely. I will step by and we’ll figure out what we’re going to do”.

    The contact between their hands lasted a little bit longer than necessary and Shane savored the warm sensation of Carmen’s smooth skin against her own. Her hand was dry and soft, but her grip was strong and confident. Carmen felt like an iron fist in a velvet glove.

    ***

    Shane squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed the woman’s hips, pushing deeper inside her body. The woman screamed, her breath uneven and panting, her forehead pushed against the pillow. She blindly reached for Shane and her hand clasped to the belt around her naked waist.

    Shane removed the woman’s hand. She didn’t want to be touched. She just wanted to bang her for another five minutes or so, and she was fucking her in an extremely congenial position. She only saw the woman’s naked back, her perfectly round ass, and the waves of her hair spread on the mattress.

    In addition to that, using a strap-on allowed Shane to keep herself at an almost sidereal distance from her, both physically and emotionally.

    The woman – what was her name? Lindsay? Linda? – was shouting and shivering, her naked skin covered with a thin layer of sweat. She was telling Shane to fuck her faster, to fuck her harder, to push that thing deeper inside of her.

    Shane thrust and thrust, gritting her teeth, her hair covering her eyes. When the woman tried to prop on her elbows, she placed the palm of her hand in the middle of her back.

    “Down, Lee…”, she panted huskily, emotionlessly, and Lee – Lindsay? Linda? – moaned a furious moan of protest and pleasure, obeying. Shane made her come so much that she almost cried.

    Then, she unfastened the belt of her strap-on and let it fall on the mattress. She ran her hand on her sweated face and observed the woman laying prone on the bed. Her face was pushed into the pillow and Shane wondered how she could breathe. But she breathed, unevenly and heavily.

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