Masturbatory Melodies: Unheard, Unseen, Unbound

She finds her rhythm, her body moving in ways she's only dared to dream. The cool air against her bare skin, the soft friction of her own touch, the scent of her arousal filling the room. She's a maestro, her body the instrument, playing a solo only she can hear, a symphony of sensation building to a crescendo, her climax a silent, shuddering symphony of satisfaction.

• alone
• mas

• Unknown