Looks like it could be a good morning…
Always so hesitant - so shy - she rarely allowed herself to indulge. His words though. Oh, his words moved her - freed her. She needed to touch and be touched. She needed to touch herself.
She trembled as her fingers lightly touched her tumescent lips. Rubbing against the seem of her jeans had only inflamed her need.
Slowly, slowly, she slid her fingers inside her. OH! It felt as though she was filled with liquid fire. Her other fingers flew to her mouth where she nibbled and sucked with abandon.
More. She needed more.
Let me grab those balls before we get you to the edge again baby. God they are heavy!