Chains of love

She stands in the dark, naked and already dripping. Her hand slides down between her legs, fingers dragging over slick folds, then lower. She pushes two fingers into her ass without easing them in, working them deep while the other hand circles her clit. The room stays silent except for the wet sound of her own hand and the small, broken gasps she makes when she fucks herself harder. She rides her fingers like she hates how good it feels, hips snapping forward, thighs shaking. Her breath catches, then stops, and the orgasm hits her hard enough that her knees almost give. She stays on her feet only because her hand is still buried between them, milking the last shudders out of her body.