Maybe there was something wrong with her. She shook her head to herself. Aingeal refused to believe that at all and knew all she needed was a good fuck. A really good fuck. But anything would do in the interim between now and when she actually had the chance to get into Fearghus’s pants and touch all parts of his glorious body. Smiling, she closed the lid and sat down on the narrow seat and pulled up her dress. She had insisted on wearing it as it was the easiest thing to push aside when necessary. But under it she wore one of the sexiest thongs she could find in anticipation of what might happen. Unfortunately, the opportunity never presented itself.
Lifting one leg, she braced it against the wall and began to stroke herself, watching her reflection in the mirror. Plucking her hard nub like a guitar string, her hips lifted gently to some internal rhythm, feeling every move as the friction brought her closer to self-fulfillment. Licking her lips gently, she moaned slightly and was stunned at a tug on her mind.
Aingeal, what do you think you’re doing?
Brought out of her self-induced haze, she opened wide eyes and sat straight up. It just wasn’t possible. Swallowing hard, she made a pretense of finishing her business and washed her hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, she leaned against the shiny surface and closed her eyes. This would never do. Her face was flushed, her pupils dilated and even her lips had a pouty look as if they had been kissed more than once. Stomping back to her seat, she stood and glared at the man who now looked innocently up at her.
“Is something wrong my dear?”
“You know exactly what is wrong,” she hissed. “That was totally unfair.”

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