The Art of One: Solo Ecstasy

Lost in her thoughts, she finds herself in a state of heightened sensitivity. Her touch becomes more urgent, her strokes more insistent. She imagines hands other than her own caressing her, lips other than her own kissing her. Her fantasy fuels her arousal, her pussy throbbing with need. She slides a finger, then two, into her tight channel, fucking herself with increasing fervor. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, preparing herself for what she truly craves. Her orgasm builds, a slow burn that intensifies with each thrust of her fingers. She cries out, her voice echoing in the empty room, as she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her release.

• masturbation
• self

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