Washing away inhibitions

Mia stepped into the shower, her mind racing with thoughts of **** against Troy. She turned on the water, letting the steam fill the small space. As she lathered up her body with soap, she couldn't help but notice how the water droplets caressed her skin, reminding her again what she had experienced with the invisible hands. She felt water rush along the back of her legs, and wondered if the shower head was broken, before realising the water was rushing under the doll, still sitting on the shower floor.

With a shudder, she picked up the doll, and ran it too under the shower. It was a strange sensation, getting hit with two shower streams at once. As she scrubbed the doll clean, removing the last of Troy's cum, she felt herself getting aroused. Every time she touched the doll, she felt a tingle of pleasure running through her body. She looked down at the doll, its features mirroring her own, and felt a mixture of disgust and arousal, but mostly arousal. She was so fucking horny.

With a deep breath, Mia began caressing both herself and the doll, focusing on her most sensitive areas. As her fingers glided over her clit and into her wetness, she gripped the doll in her other hand, rubbing its breasts with her thumb. The sensation was both exhilarating and unnerving, and she couldn't help but let her desire take over. She slipped the doll between her legs, rubbing it's breasts against her clit as her fingers continued to explore her own body.

Then, lost in pleasure, Mia tightened her grip on the doll, and plunged it head first into her dripping snatch.

The feeling of the doll inside her was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. As she thrust the doll into her wetness, she could feel every inch of it against her own skin, a soft, moist, warm pressure surrounding her. The sensation was both thrilling and unsettling, and her arousal reached new heights. The feeling was so intense that Mia felt as if she were being consumed by her own desire. Her skin tingled all over, and her nipples were hard as rocks.

The smell of her arousal filled the air, a heady mixture of sweat, sex, and soap. It was intoxicating. Mia felt the scent coat her nostrils, and couldn't help but inhale deeply with each breath. The scent seemed to fill every pore of her body, fuelling her desire even further.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she pumped the doll in and out of her pussy, the warm water from the shower hitting her back and adding to her pleasure. She gripped the doll tightly, feeling every contour and ridge of her own body, while also feeling the doll inside herself, filling her. She could practically taste her own juices as they dripped down the body of the doll.

Mia's hips began to move in time with the motion of the doll, her body writhing with pleasure. She closed her eyes, letting out a moan as she felt herself getting closer to the edge. Finally, she reached the point of no return. With one final thrust, she pushed the doll deeper inside herself, feeling it slide effortlessly into her wetness. Her knees grew weak, and she clutched at the shower wall for support.

Mia felt her vaginal muscles clench violently around the doll, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her own body. She felt the convulsions of her own vagina wall squeeze her body tightly, as if trying to extract every last drop of her essence. Mia's body and mind both felt like they were on the verge of shattering, but she couldn't deny the incredible pleasure she was experiencing.

As her orgasm crested, Mia's whole body shook with the **** of it. Her hips bucked wildly, her moans filling the bathroom, echoing off the tiles around her. Mia's mind drifted away, and for a brief moment, she felt like she was floating outside her body, watching someone else experience this incredible feeling.

Finally, as the last threads of her orgasm faded away, Mia collapsed onto the shower floor, her body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. She lay there, gasping for breath, her heart racing.

Slowly, she regained her senses, her mind trying to process what had just happened. Realising that the doll was still inside her, Mia reached down between her legs and gently pulled the doll from her vagina. The cool air hit her sensitive skin as the doll slid out, and she couldn't help but marvel at the mix of sweat, sex, and soap that covered its smooth surface.

Her heart racing, Mia quickly washed the doll off, scrubbing it clean of her juices before setting it aside. Then, she turned her attention to herself, using the shower to cleanse away the evidence of her own lust.

As the water cascaded over her body, Mia tried to forget the intense pleasure she had felt just moments before. She told herself that it was just a passing fancy, a moment of weakness that she could easily shake off.

Feeling exhausted and emotionally raw, Mia turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. As she dried off and dressed, Mia's mind returned to thoughts of vengeance against Troy. First she'd have to clean the bathroom, then lock down her hairbrush, and find a safe place for the doll... Where could she put it? Mia realised she had no real security measures in the house. No door lock, no lockbox, not even a lock on the window. Troy could come in when she wasn't here and...

Taking the doll and her hairbrush with her, she decided to pay a visit to the local hardware store, and pick up a few things.