“Okay Anya, cut that out. It's creepy!"

Anya appeared, trapped between the two men. Nathaniel's member was buried in Anya's mouth while Michael was fucking her pussy.

Jane couldn't believe it. She had found herself in that position a few times in Hollywood, but she had felt . . . nothing . . . when doing it. Anya was obviously getting off on being sandwiched between the two studs. She had her hands on Nathaniel's butt cheeks and was encouraging him to fuck her face even faster.

"You gotta love Anya," Michael said.

"She's always ready to screw."

With that, he gave a quick slap on the girl's ass before grabbing her hips and fucking the girl even harder.

Jane turned on the shower, hoping they would realize they weren't alone and close their curtain. They either didn't notice or didn't care. Jane stopped peeking through the curtain . . . for a moment.

She was amazed at how good the water felt, even if it was a bit cool. She let the water just cascade for a little while, washing away the outer layer of grime. She took a while to shampoo her hair and had just finished rinsing it out when she heard something that surprised her.

"C'mon," Anya was moaning.

"Fuck my ass you fucking stud!"

Unable to stop herself, Jane peeked out from behind the curtain again.

Michael was lying with his back on the floor and Anya was sitting on top of him, grinding his cock into her cunt. Nathaniel has just squatted down behind her and shoved his cock into her asshole. He and Nathaniel quickly developed a rhythm, sliding in and out of her luscious body in tandem.

Jane was feeling . . . slightly aroused. Those cocks filling Anya's lean, perfect body . . . making her moan like an animal in heat. She continued to watch as she conditioned her hair. Michael was sucking on Anya's light-brown breasts and dark nipples while he filled her pussy. Nathaniel was just gripping the woman's taut butt-cheeks as he violated her back door.

While letting the conditioner seep in, Jane grabbed the razor and some shaving cream. She took care of her armpits and legs as Anya continued to get double-teamed. Then, the entire sexual conglomeration rolled over. Nathaniel lay on his back while Anya squatted over him, lowering her sphincter onto his rigid dick. Then she leaned back and braced herself with her arms. Jane saw that she was completely shaved in the vaginal area. Jane touched her own fairly furry mound. She watched as Michael knelt and sank into the girl's pussy again and she wrapped her legs around hip, spurring him in the ass with her heels. Jane looked at her own body with all its imperfections. She almost absently smeared some shaving gel on her own private area and began to shave it smooth.

Once completely shaved, she began to rinse her hair out. She had forgotten how good it felt . . . to have clean hair that she could run her fingers and comb through. She peaked out through the curtain and saw Michael pulling out of Anya's pussy, then shoving his meat into her mouth. She reached pass the balls that were slapping into her chin and stuck a finger into the man's ass, which just seemed to spur him on. He pulled out of her mouth, pointed his rod at her face, then shot a series of white creamy spurts at her face and open lips.

And Anya seemed to be getting off on it. Even while her face was getting coated with his seed, Anya reached down and began to play with herself. She sunk her fingers into that beautiful, moist slot and rubbed her thumb against her clit.

Jane felt her heart beginning to race.

"Oh yeah!" Anya shouted. Her abdominal muscles seemed to clench and ripple, and her cum covered face was awash with pleasure.

"Too tight!" came Nathaniel's voice from below.

"I'm going to blast her in the ass!"

All Jane could see was that he stopped moving and grasped Anya's hips, apparently living up to his word.

Just then, the door to the shower room opened. Jane felt her breath catch in her throat . . . it was Red.

“Oh would you three get a room?" the red-haired goddess said irritably when she saw her three young comrades finishing their tryst in the shower stall.

“We were just done," Anya said with a grin, standing up and washing the cum from her face.