Lucy bares her breasts.

"Damn, damn, damn, woman," Edmund cursed. "What have you done to me?"

Lucy felt his penis soften and slip out of her channel. Edmund pushed up against her from behind, trying to penetrate Lucy again, but his shaft was too soft.

Lucy pushed herself up from the copper sink basin and turned to him.

"Here, let me help," Lucy said to the red-faced Edmund. She undid the top eight buttons of her dress. "Put your hands on my bosoms," she said. Edmund cupped his hands around her breasts from below. "No, on my skin." Edmund's hands slid inside. His moist palms covered the nipples that had nourished Annie. Lucy glanced down and saw Edmund's soft penis twitch up.

"Let me up on the sink so I can hold you closer," Lucy said. With a boost from Edmund, she perched on the broad rim of the copper sink. She spread her knees and beckoned him closer. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling warm against her skin. His flagging shaft jounced as he stepped up. Lucy turned her head to one side and spat on her palm to moisten it, then grasped Edmund's penis and stroked it up and down. Edmund grunted and squeezed her breasts. His penis swelled and stiffened in her hand.

"Yes, Edmund. There, is that good? Does that feel good?" Lucy asked, crooning to him in a soft voice. She savored the impertinence of tasting his name in her mouth as much as the prick she held in her hand, at her command now.

"Ah," Edmund said, dipping his head to nod assent.

"Then love me, Edmund. Be mine as I have been yours," Lucy coaxed.

Edmund stared at her. His nostrils flared. His face paled, then flushed pink. His mouth twitched. But for all the changes passing over his face, his penis stayed firm in her hand, and he did not retreat.

"Be my man. Now, Edmund," Lucy said, holding his gaze.

"Lucy," he growled. He released her breasts and pushed up her skirts, pressing his hips forward and stabbing with his prick. Lucy guided his point to her centre and pressed forward to meet him. "Woman!" he rasped as his penis entered her for the dozen-dozenth time. But for the first time they were face to face, eye to eye.

"Yes!" Lucy said. His prick filled her so beautifully. "Yes, yes, I feel you in me!" Lucy said. "Love me, Edmund." She shifted her weight and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, sliding her bum forward. Edmund took her weight and lifted her from the sink, cupping his hands under her buttocks.

Edmund turned about and pressed her to the wall. Lucy saw her face in the mirror over his shoulder, flushed and excited...and something else. Was that triumph in her eyes? She also saw Edmund's pale, bare bum cheeks quiver as he sought the angle to fuck her in earnest. Lucy wrapped her legs about Edmund's waist and held tight as he thrust into her hard and fast, his breath low and ragged. His prick inflamed her, and she felt her fanny squeeze and clutch at his thrusting shaft. Her eyes softened as her desire moved within her. "Edmund, I..." she murmured. But a hot, magnetic bolt of pleasure flashed from the centre of her womanhood. She moaned and pressed hard against him as the waves clenched her tight and released her again and again. Edmund bent his face to her shoulder and moaned as his own lightning struck. His prick swelled and shed its seed inside her, pulsing in Nature's four-fifth second beat as the two of them moaned and clutched each other in the throes of Venusian rapture.

Edmund slumped, guiding them down to lie upon the cold tiles, still connected sex to sex.