She can't stop herself

As you watch Miranda's hands continue to caress her breasts with slowly increasing ****. Gently at first but gradually becoming more and more firm as she gropes and squeezes herself, her hands touching every inch of her substantial chest. While you much enjoy the show, as your rock hard dick would attest to, you can't help but feel nervous. Not only are you worried that she is being turned on by her time with Tom, you're also concerned of what might happen if he were to see. He could use it as **** in the game, try and join her, or worse she seems so horny she could invite him to join her. You try and purge these dark thoughts from your head to refocus on what's happening before you but a harsh doubt remains.

When you return your attention to the action you see that Miranda's focus has changed with her right hand now gingerly tweaking her nipple through the thin fabric of her top, whilst her left continues to massage her bust. You finally tear your eyes upwards to see her beautiful face. To your surprise her pleasure seems to be mixed with trepidation, her eyes frequently cast nervous glances to the closed shower curtain in the corner, apparently fearful of being caught. Your attention is quickly brought back from Miranda's face as she suddenly pulls up her top exposing her pale 36C breasts and her pink nipples, causing your jaw to drop outside.

Her left hand continues to tease and squeeze and pull on her tits whilst her right hastily migrates south, finding home between her legs. She wastes no further time, spreading her legs wide and hurriedly plunging two fingers into herself. Sadly from your point of view outside the window you can't clearly see her pussy but you can see her cutely trimmed bush. The timer continues to tick down as Miranda moves quickly. Her fingers pound into her wet pussy recklessly, meanwhile she continues to maul her boobs with her left. Surprisingly you can't hear her fingers shlicking desperately in and out of her slick pussy but that might be because of the blood rushing in your ears. You look up to her face again and see that the trepidation has been washed away. In its place, bliss. She bites her lip hard as she throws her head back in ecstasy, her eyes rolling occasionally in their sockets. Despite this you notice that she definitely still sends glances back towards the shower curtain.

Before you have time to think Miranda's masturbation begins to reach a crescendo. Her hands move faster and her bite on her lip tightens. Her fingers twist more fiercely on her nipple and she begins to buck her hips against her hands, her whole body shaking. Her mouth falls open, but the pleasure is so intense that she doesn't make a sound. For a few more seconds her body quivers with aftershocks before she is able to lean forward and take a deep breath. She rests for a second, her legs still trembling slightly, before checking the timer.