A skinny twink, dressed in his finest lingerie, finds himself alone with his thoughts and a burning desire. He's been good, he's been patient, but now, he can't take it anymore. He needs release, he needs fulfillment. His fingers dance along his body, tracing the curves that the lingerie accentuates. He's hard, aching, and the lace rubbing against his cock is a exquisite torture. He spreads his legs, his fingers finding their way to his soaked pussy. He moans, his body arching as he fucks himself with his fingers, his hips bucking, his need growing with each thrust. He hopes, he prays, that soon, he'll have a thick cock to replace his fingers, to fill him, to make him whole.