Lost in Loneliness

In the quiet of her apartment, she succumbs to her lonely cravings. Her hands roam her body, tracing the curves she knows so well. She pinches her nipples, gasping at the jolt of sensation. Her fingers slip inside, mimicking the rhythm she wishes another's body would set. She's a symphony of need, playing her own melody, loving every note.

• masturbation
• solo

• solo_-_masturbation