Author's POV...
Athena hissed as she pushed her fingers further up in her p***y, it didn't feel enough, but it could suffice. The stress she had been dragged into by her mistress when it was not even noon yet made all of her crave for some good f*****g.
Moaning into the wall, she gripped the shower faucet tightly, the thought of her breaking it not coming to mind. The water she had opened dripped down her back. Closing her eyes, she increased the pace of the finger thrust while rubbing at her c******s with extreme speed. It made her jerk forward.
She looked towards the water closet, her phone lying back, held up against the tiled wall. Athena grinned with delight at the sight of John's d**k. Thoughts of him holding up her waist and thrusting into her with full force and his fingers work
