The vibrator goes to a higher setting.

Gwen's cheeks were quite red in their own right. Yes, she gave Maria the vibrator, and while she did try to be subtle about it, both knew what it was for. What caught her off guard was the fact that Maria was actually using it. 'She must be really stressed out if she really want to use that even while I'm here,' Gwen thought. She bit her lip. 'No matter what, I can't judge. She can do what she wants, it's her house.' She did her best to keep her eyes averted, though just knowing what was happening, that Maria was having a little bout with self-control.

Maria, meanwhile did her best to keep that naughty little toy away from causing her any trouble. She badly wanted to use it, but not while Gwen was in the room with her. Or even in her house. Her thumb felt around the get, keeping it pressed between her thighs. The pleasure was unwanted, but it was the only way to conceal the sound. Then she finally found the tiny button.

The wrong tiny button.

The vibrator began shaking harder, it's noise much more noticeable as Maria continued trying to keep her thighs around it. Red surged to her face as pleasure swelled over her. Maria tossed her head and gasped. Her body's involuntarily reaction lead to her arching her back, lifting her body from the hot bath water and exposing her breasts. "A-ahh..." As the pleasure became too much, she struggled to keep her thighs together, a weak grip on the egg kept it near her pelvic region.

Gwen turned her head slowly, nibbling her lip as she took in the sight of Maria. Her wide eyes returned to the wall. 'Geeze, she really isn't ashamed. She looks so **** for it.' She gripped the broom, her mind able to recreate the image as easily as it would be to turn around. The mental image of her bucking her hips into the air, shoving the vibrator into her personal space, wanting nothing more than that sweet, sweet relief.

"Ah-ah... n-no...." Maria gasped, trying to **** her wobbling legs shut. It was happening. She knew her body. Could she fight it off long enough for Gwen to leave? Could she do it quietly? What if she could do neither?