Whispers of Solace in Self-Pleasure
alone in her sanctuary, she starts her secret ballet. Her digits trace her form, pausing at the swell of her bosom, the smoothness of her thighs. She shut her eyes, yielding to the daydream as her hand glides under her silk underwear. Her respiration hitches, hips undulating as she discovers her slick, pulsating core. She caresses, rubs, and pets, her frame responding to her touch. The chamber fills with the muffled sounds of her delight, her whimpers resonating as she draws nearer to the brink. Her other hand tweaks and rolls her nipple, sending jolts of lightning directly to her core. She's adrift in the sensation, her body tensing as she ascends higher, until ultimately, she plunges over the edge, her climax surging through her in crests.