You go shower

You turn on the shower and let out a sigh as you relax and let the water cascade over your curves and wash Gwen's seed away. As your hand glides over belly, you can't stop thinking about how her cock spasmed inside you right as she was about to cum.

Would she have done it if I asked? You massage your breasts, and feel your breath catch as your fingers brush over your nipples.

Would they get even more sensitive if I got pregnant? You flash back to Gwen saying how she'd tease you like this even as you gave birth. You moan loudly as you roll your nipples between your thumb and forefinger imagining it being her hands instead of your own.

Damn Gwen, why did she have to go and tease me so much?! Your hips jerk as you fingers find your clit, and it isn't long until you're shamelessly masturbating as you can't stop thinking about how Gwen fucked you. You close your eyes remember how helpless you were as her cock speared into your depths, and how eagerly your walls gripped her shaft, not wanting to let go. You try in vain to push yourself over the edge, but the witch's curse stays firm. No matter how much you chase it, release is just out of reach. Eventually you sigh and give up, hornier than when you started opening your eyes to turn off the shower, only to gasp in shock as you see Gwen, arms folded with a familiar smirk on her face and a more familiar bulge in her panties.

"Need a little help?" she asks. Between the hiss of the shower and your wanton frustration, you didn't hear the door opening or the sound of her footsteps.

How long was she watching? You thought as you turned beet red.