Guilty Pleasures: Unseen Desires

Her eyes closed, she pictures the faces of those she shouldn't, their hands replacing hers. The memory of a stolen glance, a whispered word, fuels her frenzy. She grinds against her hand, her breath ragged, as her other hand pinches and pulls at her hard nipples. The tension builds, her body arching, until she shatters, her juices coating her fingers, leaving her gasping and guilty, yet yearning for more.

• sex
• solo

• solo_-_masturbation