The suffocating heat did not let her sleep, hundreds of turns on the empty bed, sterile thoughts pounded in her head, sh

The suffocating heat did not let her sleep, hundreds of turns on the empty bed, sterile thoughts pounded in her head, she looked at the clock on the table, 4:15 in the afternoon, summer afternoon, lonely afternoon. Marina stood up hesitantly, as if she had just stepped on land after a long, eventful sea voyage, her body swaying along the long hallway trying to find physical stability, aware that the emotional stability was a thousand miles away. She entered her charming bathroom, lace adorning the mauve walls, a green towel on the basket full of dirty clothes, and in front of her a shower stall closed by opaque glass windows that invited her to enter. She turned on the hot water, despite it being summer, she hated the cold water with the same force with which she loved the warm warmth of the water on her body, she slowly undressed, looking at herself in the mirror that presided over that room, disheveled, sleepy but still, extremely beautiful, she liked herself, she always liked herself, her index finger marked the border between her small, molded breasts, she went down until she found her navel, she had always been excited about being kissed. There, she greeted him with frugality and continued on her way towards her almost shaved sex, only adorned by a light row of beautiful curls, she caressed it and shivered, her nipples hardened, they were the prolegomena of a sweet and imminent masturbation that would take her out of that boredom in which she found herself, only disturbed by the sound of an SMS that accelerated her heart, she opened it, just one word, simple and direct and at that moment necessary, “Navy.” Her heart accelerated at times, her boredom disappeared instantly and with her hand she could see how her sex had become considerably moist. Her gaze returned to the mirror that was already beginning to fog up due to the mist of the water that continued to fall without return. She looked at her smile, mischievous and lustful. She tightly squeezed her vaginal lips, thick, wrinkled, uneven. A shudder ran through her entire body and after a few seconds she headed to the shower. The water carefully bathed her entire body, she opened her mouth to feel the heat of the water, and the image of the text received, “Marina,” returned again, and her mind flew towards a cloud of steam while her hand played tirelessly with her already wet pussy, both outside and inside, she looked for her pleasure point and caressed it, the drops of water continued to fall on her face, on her breasts, forming tiny waterfalls that came out of her erect nipples, her movements Slow movements were accompanied by circular movements of her hips, she needed to fuck herself, she needed to let off steam, she needed to free herself, she accelerated the pace, her hands, her hips, she needed more, she took down the arm of the shower and opening her sex, she directed the jet to the swollen clitoris that craved more strength, her body shuddered again, with her tongue she soaked the lips of her mouth, she moved the jet closer and further away, the closer she brought it, the closer it got. She shivered the more she pushed him away, the more she needed him, "I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you," she whispered between moans and moans while her legs trembled and the stream of warm water guided her to an imminent cumshot. Her pussy was dripping inside and out. She could barely stand and a strong shock hit her completely. Her moans turned into screams. satiate, he was cumming like never before, an intense, long, wonderful cumshot and at that moment a word came out of his mouth, almost silent, almost imperceptible, breathy and wonderful, “Alfredo.” She snorted for a moment as she regained her composure, her heart was still beating, it had been a wonderful hand job, she was happy, happy, the now diminished excitement was still running through her, her nipples were still hard, her legs were still trembling and her sex, rough, thick and wet, was still throbbing and as she finished her shower she thought about what she had done, almost feeling guilty, almost feeling liberated. “What an ugly towel,” he said to himself when he saw it again, green, to kill me, it's out of tune, he dried himself, recovered his cell phone and with a smile on his face that he couldn't avoid, he wrote “Alfredo” and hit send.