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thanks to his grip on her arms. The angle was just sharp enough that he was striking her G-spot with each stroke and Rei’s vision went white, her breathing choppy, as the first orgasm snuck up on her.
    The sound of flesh against flesh, wet and thick, echoed through the room and Rei had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as the pulsing echoes from her last orgasm began to feed off one another in preparation for the next. He did something with his hips, something that made him reach an even deeper angle when she hadn’t thought such a thing was possible.
    Pulling her upright, he wrapped his arms around her. The fingers of one hand went to her clit while the fingers of the other slipped beneath her shirt to capture one of her nipples. From this position he couldn’t go as deep, but the friction was more pronounced. Even better, she could look in the mirror over the sinks and watch his cock pumping into her.
    The sight of them like that, working together, bodies straining towards completion, took her breath away and Rei found herself clutching Justin’s arms just to steady herself. Without him there to hold her up she would have fallen. The second climax left her thighs shaking so hard it was laughable to think that she could support her own weight. She wanted to tell him to stop. Wanted to make him pull out of her, but he was so completely in charge  of her, so utterly in charge of every ounce of pleasure that he milked from her body, that she couldn’t say a word in protest.
    And when she felt a third orgasm building, thoughts of stopping went right out the window.
    ‘I never used to be like this.’ She thought, dazed, her hips grinding against sensations working over her sensitized flesh. ‘ I never used to be so…ready. So hungry for the touch of another person.’
    One stroke, two, nice and drawn out as if he couldn’t bear to be separated from her, and she came once again. Body jerking in his arms and inner muscles going into spasms. He pushed past the clenching walls of her pussy to bury himself inside of her as his own climax struck. He had to brace himself against the counter as his hot spunk flooded her insides. Filling all those empty places and ripping a sob of completion from her throat even as her toes curled. Her legs came up off the ground, making the connection tighter, and she curled up in the web of Justin’s arms as shudder after shudder ripped through her.
    It felt so good she found herself moving still, body milking every last drop from his wildly jerking cock. It set off another avalanche of sensation, another uncontrollable wave of pleasure. At first she thought she’d peed on herself, but when she managed to glance into the mirror, she saw that the liquid gushing from between her legs was clear in color.
    Jesus.
    She was a squirter.
    When the hell had that happened?
    When they were done they had to peel themselves apart. Retrain muscles that had clenched and frozen in the midst of orgasm to move again. To let go. When Justin sat her on the counter, she found that her hands had clenched into fists and it was almost painful to straighten each of her fingers out and regain mobility.
    He went to his knees before her. At first she expected him to grab one of the paper towels on the wall to clean her thighs, but instead he leaned forward and licked her. Lapping up her cum as if it were the sweetest wine. When he reached her sex, he cleaned her there too and the sensation was a soft pleasure. A warm comfort that relaxed every part of her body as if she’d been dipped in a hot bath. When he was done, he didn’t try anything else. He just slipped her skirt back down without a word, set her on her feet on a dry part of the bathroom floor, and left.
    Just like that.
    The entire thing had lasted maybe ten minutes.
    She glanced around, blushing at the sight of the small puddle she’d left on the floor.
    Maybe, she thought in amusement, she should get Justin angry more