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wanda cursed under her breath as she stepped under the shower’s gentle spray. she knew she only had around ten minutes of peace before someone started knocking on the door to take their turn in the shower, which meant she really should hurry. instead of reaching for the shampoo bottle, though, wanda’s hands wandered down her stomach, and she leaned against the shower wall and let out a deep sigh as she ran a finger gently through her folds.
as her finger circled her clit slowly, wanda thought about agnes. the woman was burned into her eyelids, long legs, toned abdomen, and possibly the most beautiful tits wanda had ever seen haunting every breath she took. agnes grabbing her thigh had been enough to make her wet, thumb gently caressing the delicate skin of her inner thigh, so close to where wanda really wanted her.
then, agnes called her good girl , in that beautifully hoarse voice, and wanda had been gone. the desire she had felt in that moment felt like a literal hook, wrapping forcefully around her lower abdomen and tugging in a way that made her muscles clench in all the right places.
wanda slipped a finger into herself before she knew it, curling up and pumping leisurely in and out. wanda bit her lip, and if she closed her eyes she could almost imagine it was agnes there with her, agnes placing phantom kisses on the inside of her thighs, agnes spreading her open with two, three fingers and filling her in a way that made wanda’s legs shake.
all of a sudden, she was embarrassingly close, dangling on the precipice, and no matter how she angled her fingers, she couldn’t finish, just tunneling deeper and deeper into the tension. wanda could feel the pressure gathering in her stomach, but she needed something to push her over the edge.
slowly, wanda began to imagine agnes, fantasizing how she would run her hand along her shoulders and down her sides before coming to rest on her hips, fingers gripping wanda just hard enough to ground her. it was almost like agnes was there with her, leaning closer and pressing feather-light kissed in a trail up her neck before whispering quietly into wanda’s ear,
“come for me, angel.”
wanda clenched down hard onto her fingers, waves of pleasure rippling through her as her thighs trembled. wanda felt like she was on fire, molten bliss sweeping through her and burning away any feeling other than the desire curled deep in her stomach. her orgasm slowly began to fade, and wanda opened her eyes, half-hoping that agnes would be there with her instead of remaining an apparition.
however, she was met with the sight of an empty bathroom, only the sound of the shower to accompany her heavy breathing. wanda eased her fingers out of herself gently, blinking slowly at them as she realized what had just happened.
shit.