Roy Who?

 

Anya feels reborn as she steps into the bath, her teeth clean, her reflection in the mirror supple and golden, and Tobi waiting for her with wide, greedy eyes and sleek soapy skin. Roy who? thinks Anya as she lowers herself into the water. The bath is too narrow for any coyness or attempts at subtlety; her knees are pressing against Tobi’s and her foot is practically between her butt cheeks. Tobi nudges Anya’s knees apart and lightly runs her fingernails down her inner thighs.

“Do you like that?” she murmurs.

“Yeah,” says Anya. “Can I kiss you again? Your lips are so soft.” 

 They kiss while Tobi continues to graze her thighs with her fingernails. Anya squirms, pressing her breasts against Tobi’s while their tongues fill each other’s mouths, her pussy aching to be touched. From the lounge room they hear a series of guttural moans. Anya’s need grows even more urgent.

“Put your fingers inside me,” she says, her voice raspy.

Tobi obeys, and they kiss with renewed urgency, Anya grinding against Tobi’s hand. Tobi pulls her fingers out and then plunges them deep inside Anya again, Anya left gasping on the wobbly precipice between pleasure and pain. Tobi increases the tempo of her thrusting until Anya’s insides start to feel raw and she begs her to slow down. She rises up on her haunches and pushes her wet breasts into Tobi’s smiling face.

“Suck my nipples while you finger me,” Anya says.

“Hell yeah,” Tobi says. Anya can feel the knuckle of Tobi’s thumb on her clitoris and she knows it’s only going to be a matter of seconds before she orgasms. “Suck harder,” she groans, arching her back, her fingers tangled in Tobi’s hair. She tenses, balancing on the precipice, and then succumbs to her fate, her entire body melting into the water, her shrieks echoing around the tiled walls and floors as Tobi continues to suck and thrust, and the bathroom door swings open to reveal Cas and Jules standing there, wearing nothing but matching expressions of stupefied delight.