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Mira stumbles into her house, exhausted from this evening’s events and a little flustered from what was clearly something she wasn’t supposed to see.
She shouldn’t have stayed. She should’ve walked away. But she couldn’t. Her eyes were stuck on the figures in front of her. Ryu Rumi being rewarded by her wife for another win. And now she feels… off.
She hasn’t been able to steady her breathing, her legs are shaky, and she keeps hearing their voices.
"She was so close behind me this time, Zo..."
"Who won, Rumi?"
“I did.”
She balls up her fists. She did. She gets to win; she gets to gloat; she gets to go home with a beautiful woman - Mira takes a deep breath. This is not helping.
She needs to wash the day off of her. She turns on the shower and undresses. As her own hands graze her sides when pulling her shirt off, a shiver runs down her spine. A flash image of Zoey’s hand dripping with Rumi’s slick comes and goes.
She stops breathing for a second. Of course that’s flashing before her eyes - it was shocking. Is that even what she saw?
She steps into the shower. As the warm water hits her body, she suddenly feels very light.
"You would like that though, wouldn't you?"
Mira runs her hands up and down the front of her body, trying to wash off the sweat of the race. There’s definitely no sweat from anything else.
Her hand dips a little lower.
"Her, behind you."
Mira’s hand finds her clit. She’s not thinking about Rumi. She’s just hot and bothered from the rush of the race. Her moans echo off the shower walls. Now that she thinks about it - she’s already so wet - that probably wasn’t even Rumi and Zoey. Why would they be there, doing that, saying those things?
Her breathing quickens.
"Her, fucking into you, just like I am right now."
She slides two fingers into herself and pumps hard, her other hand pulling at her nipples. She’s not thinking about the way Rumi sounds or the way Zoey looks inside of her. She just needs a release.
"Bullseye, hmm?"
Anyone would need to cum after a race like that. Her movements become more erratic as her moans grow stronger.
''M so close, Zoey, please, don't stop..."
Her muscles tighten, and she lets the waves of pleasure flow through her body as the warm water against her skin keeps her grounded.
Through her gritted teeth, fighting through the last after shocks, she whispers to herself, “I’ll get you next time, Rumi.”