She had masturbated several times over the last couple days thinking about this moment, but she had not washed the juices off as she normally did. She...let the juices dry. It had started to get itchy, and she was about to give in last night and clean herself out but thinking about today had given her the most intense orgasm she had had in recent memory and the resolve to let noname clean her pussy when it was time.“I’m surprised, you do seem to know your way around licking a pussy.” She panted.. Let’s make this work, love.~Georgina’s heart was now pounding with lust. “This is what I want,” she thought, as her hand reached under her skirt, pushed her moist panties to one side, and found her cunt. It was already wet, and two fingers slipped inside easily. “Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. “That’s so fucking good…”With her pleasure came a new defiance. “You can’t hurt me anymore, Ronnie,” she spoke in the silence of her mind across the 150 or so miles which separated her from her. She offers them to take a shower, to wash the day off and Chance agrees.Inside the stall they get to cleaning their bodies, anticipating what comes next when they jump back into the sack. Rory runs her fingers down her smooth mound, making sure that she doesn’t need to shave it yet. But her fingers don’t stop there. They continue down to lightly rub her clit. No. If she does that then she’ll not leave the shower until she has another orgasm. Besides, she needs to get clean. Rory takes her. ....trying to outdo the other.....snogging one another like teenagers, the room filled with their moans as their heads twisted and turned....their passion animal like.....frenzied.....just as she'd always imagined it would be.She pulled back, her breasts heaving as again her lungs strived to take in air."You Bastard Rick!! You Fucking Bastard!" she sobbed.His hand let go of her hair, he pushed both onto her shoulders and bending forward he started to nuzzle on her left ear. For all her harsh.