Chapter 28 - 98/100 & Camilla’s Invitation or Watch Your Mother’s Assistant Pleasure Herself! (r-18)

For a brief second Damon thought Camilla had abandoned all pretense an catch him but she only turned showing him all her front body:

He saw the full soft weight of her breasts, wet, nipples tight, and the dark neat patch of her beautiful garden and cave between her thighs before she sat upon the small shower stool against the wall. Her tits swung with the turn and water flew off the tips of her tits, then settled as she lowered herself.

Then she spread her legs wide slowly in his direction making his eyes go wide... her thighs opened until the inner thighs no longer touched but wide... so wide to show him everything.

Camilla’s pussy came into full view and it was so fucking fat and the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen.

It was not a neat little slit, really, it was plump and packed mound that sat forward between her thighs, the outer lips were also thick enough to press together and still look overfilled; they were puffy and shining, already slightly parted from the water and from her own earlier touching, the fat inner edges peeking out pink.

Damon’s breath left him completely.

Her right hand slid down and began to caress her pussy in slow, deliberate circles, rubbing over the entire soft puffy mound.

Her fat lips shifted under her fingers like there was too much flesh to stay still.

The outer lips moved.

Each circle made a wet schlick against the water as her fingers dragged over her pussy in the moist beautiful slowness he’d ever seen.

Breathy moans slipped from her mouth almost at once but low and unashamed.

Her fingers shone as they moved even slowwer, opening her pussy and closing it and every circle pushed her lips a little more open. The hot water ran straight into that opening, filled the dip between her fat lips, and made the inner pink look darker, swollen, almost steamy.

He looked at the panel:

[Desire Meter: 80/100]

[Thirst Gauge: 100/100 — BLINKING RED]

She was soaked in more than water; Camilla was turned on by the fact he was watching he was... she was throbbing with the knowledge that he stood right there watching her.

Few specific kink and fetish on her panel was being fed at once.

And beneath it all, Liberator’s Presence poured from him in waves.

He could somehow feel it now, the way her fingers began moving faster the longer he remained in the doorway, as though her body answered the pull without her fully deciding to.

Camilla’s hand moved slower at first, as if teasing herself for his own benefit.

Her two fingers dragged up the length of her slit, spreading the soft lips open so the water could run directly over the exposed pink.

Those fat lips peeled apart under her fingers and stayed spread.

The inside of her was a deeper wet pink, glossy, and the hot water poured straight into that open place and ran down over her hole before dripping off the stool; she circled her clit with the pad of one finger, light and patient, her hips giving tiny restless rolls.

Her clit sat fat and obvious once she pulled herself open, the little nub had gone bright pink from the heat of the water and shiny too as if the water had made it puff up. It twitched under her fingertip. A tiny bead of her own wetness welled at the base of it before the shower washed it away.

Her stomach jumped with it.

"Yes... Damon..." Her voice was husky, deliberately clear enough to carry. "That’s it... just watch. Play with my pussy from over there..."

’WHATTTTT?!!!!!

Camila... she’d, Camilla had jus moaned his name and those words!

Her left hand the joined the first, spreading herself wider like she hadn’t just moaned his name!

She held those packed lips apart with two fingers so the whole fat pussy stayed on display, the inner folds glistening, the hole twitching when the water hit it.

She rubbed her clit more firmly now, two fingers on either side of the swollen nub, stroking and occasionally pinching. Each pinch made her clit jump and each stroke made a small wet tap against the water. Her own slick started showing at her entrance, thicker than the shower, a clear shine that the water kept trying to steal.

"Come on... you can look closer if you want. Put your eyes on this mature pussy... hah—"

She pushed the middle finger of her right hand inside her pussy.

The fat lips closed around it.

There was a wet suck as her pussy took the finger, then a softer glk when the water ran in after it and met her knuckle.

Her finger disappeared into that packed pink and the shower kept pouring into the same place, running around her finger, leaking back out around it in a thin shiny line. Her pussy swallowed it and clenched around it, a small wet squeeze that showed even from the doorway.

The squeeze pushed a little of her own wetness out around her finger before the hot water washed it down her ass and onto the stool.

"Fuck... that’s it... what a good peeping tom you are..."

Her finger pumped slowly, knuckle-deep, then deeper.

In. The fat lips stretched.

Out. They clung to her finger and tried to keep it.

In again. The water followed her finger every time, rushing into her when she pulled back, then spilling out when she pushed forward.

A second finger joined the first.

Both fingers sank in together and her pussy looked even fatter around them, the plump mound bunched up against her hand.

She opened her legs wider upon the stool, thighs trembling, and fucked herself in steady wet strokes while her thumb kept pressure upon her clit. Her thumb rolled that bright pink nub in small circles until it looked almost angry with heat.

Every inward stroke made a wet shluck.

Every pull-out left her hole open for half a second, enough for the water to shoot straight into her, enough to see how pink and used that little mouth looked before her fingers filled it again.

The steam and the scent of her skin filled the doorway. Every time her fingers pushed in, his cock throbbed hard enough to leak inside his pants. Her tits rose and fell with each stroke. Water ran off her nipples in thin shaking lines.

The stool creaked when her hips rolled.

"Yes... yes... play with your mother’s assistant... finger this used, greedy cunt... ah—Damon—"

Her hips rolled harder against her own hand.

He could see the frantic glistening movement of her fingers even through the fogged streaks on the glass, the way her stomach tensed, the way her full breasts rose and fell with every sharper breath.

His own breath had turned shaky while his thighs remained locked.

Twice more he felt his weight shift forward as though he were about to step into the bathroom.

Twice he forced himself back.

Her wet dark hair clung to one breast now. Her white-nailed fingers kept disappearing into her.

Her fat pussy kept kissing those fingers on the way out, wet and loud, sluck-sluck, and each time a string of her own slick stretched from her hole to her knuckles before the shower snapped it and washed it away.

Her Desire Meter was climbing in real time at the edge of his vision.

89... 93... 96...

She curled her fingers inside, searching, and clearly found the place she sought.

Her whole body seized and a high moan of pleasure tore from her throat as she ground down upon her own hand.

Her thighs shook hard enough that the stool shifted.

Camilla’s back arched cleanly, breasts thrusting upward, and she came with her fingers still buried, water pouring over her trembling body while soft broken sounds spilled from her mouth.

He watched as her fat pussy clenched around her own fingers in visible pulses, squeezing so hard the wetness squirted out around them in little shining pushes. The water hit that mess and thinned it, ran it down over her hand, her ass, the stool.

Her clit jumped under her thumb. Her hole kept winking around her fingers like it did not want to let them go.

Her toes curled against the wet tile.... she kept herself spread through the whole thing, like she wanted him to watch her finish.

[Desire Meter: 98/100]

Even after the peak, she did not close her legs.

She kept them spread, chest rising and falling, one hand still lazily stroking over her sensitive twitching pussy as the water ran down her body. The aftershocks continued through her in small visible tremors.

Her fingers barely moved now, just sliding over that swollen shining flesh like she could not stand to stop touching it.

Her pussy stayed fat and open, lips shiny and pushed apart, the inner pink still showing, her hole fluttering every time a fresh stream of hot water ran inside it and then leaked back out. Her thighs stayed open.

Damon stood frozen in the doorway with his dick aching so badly it felt like a second heartbeat, fists clenched so tightly his nails cut into his palms.

Every part of him screamed to close the distance.

He still did not step forward.

Even at 98 percent, with her still open and softly touching herself on the other side of the glass, he still did not move.