Continuing to ignore Julian well except for an occasional wicked glance, Lena set the shower head on it’s narrowest, pulse-pounding setting and let it roam her body. When it hit her pussy, she began to finger herself with one hand, flicking her clit gently with her index finger. The knowledge that Julian was watching as she pleasured herself left her feeling engorged and rich with her own juices.<br/><br/>She leaned against the cold tile of the shower wall and spread her legs wider and letting the hard spray of the shower head hit her fully. “Oh god, this feels so good.” She almost giggled and then asked, "Does it hurt to just watch?"<br/><br/>The sound of the shower almost covered her words as she added, “Because I want you to hurt so bad for me that when the time comes, you’ll beg me to ravish every inch of your luscious, delightfully masculine body.”<br/><br/>As her hands slipped deeper into her pussy, her eyes rolled up and she forgot Julian, doing everything possible to enjoy the building pink-petal orgasm that was on its way, brought on by the thought of ravishing Julian and her own wicked fingers.