Self Pleasure.

Scarlett sighed as the hot water trickled down her body. She was thankful to be done with the wild coaster-ride of a day she just had, but the aftermath of it still lingered. The ache between her legs had not lessened, neither did the images the girls put in her head, and God, were they vivid! Cameron had set the tone for the day, teasing her, whispering in her ears, the hot air softly caressing her earlobes, his body pressed against her.

She bit down on her lip. Then the girls, oh, it was sweet torture. Putting up a straight face, pretending she didn’t know anything they were talking about, pretending she didn’t have the image of his dick, like she didn’t remember the length and girth of him.

She felt her juices trickle down her legs in that moment. It was hard; her face was flushed as they painted in raw words, images of Cameron, turning a woman inside out, taking and giving pleasure just like he had in Paris...

Scarlett squeezed her breasts, her fingers flickering over the hardene