Wet Holes, Empty Nights

Her panties are soaked, the fabric clinging to her engorged lips. She's been teasing herself, her fingers tracing the outline of her sex, dipping in to taste her own desire. The room is filled with the scent of her arousal, a heady perfume that hangs heavy in the air. She's close, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she chases her climax, alone in the darkness.

• masturbation
• alone

• Unknown