Lim’s breathing accelerated further. Her legs spread slightly as she slid her finger from her clitoris down to her folds. The wetness there was just a bit thicker than he water that fell over her, and she’d rub that slickness back up to her nub, gently kneading it now between her pointer and middle fingers that squeezed and rubbed. Soft moans filled the room, still quiet overall, but growing in lustful need regardless.<br/><br/>Her mind was picturing Wric above her, his own breaths matching hers, his hips moving in tandem as her own began to roll where she stood. She needed something, anything, more to fill this growing yearning. With her free hand, she blindly reached for a tube of something from the shower caddy. Whether it was a shampoo bottle, soap bottle, didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that it was long and thick. Of course, it wasn’t as big as what she’d seen, but she could let her imagination fill in the rest. Goodness knows it was doing enough even without the toiletry, which she slowly slid inside her wet slit. Her mouth opened wide, picturing it to be him, as she inhaled sharply with each inch that inserted into her. It didn’t take long for her to pump it in and out of her in time with her rubbing, her tongue sticking out as if to lick the imaginary man who would be this soap or lotion tubular container.