She can't handle the pressure, not of her own desire, not of the gaze she feels upon her. Her pussy, a tight, hot vise, clenches and releases, begging for more as she fights to maintain control. Her fingers, slick with her own juices, push inside, curving up to stroke that spot that makes her gasp. Her body betrays her, her thighs quaking as she struggles to keep her composure, her pussy yearning for more than just her own touch.