Steamy fun with Samantha

Samantha sits alone with the need building low in her belly. She likes attention, yet she keeps these moments just for herself. Her skin is slick with oil, catching light on every curve. She spreads the oil slowly, tracing the shine over her breasts, her stomach, down between her thighs. The heat there has already woken her up. Fingers slip lower, pressing against the soft, swollen flesh. She finds the rhythm that suits her best, slow circles, then firmer strokes, until her breath catches and her hips lift. The wetness she’s creating now has nothing to do with the oil. She works deeper, two fingers sliding in, stretching her, pulling a low sound from her throat. Her free hand stays busy, pinching a nipple, rolling it until it stands hard. Her thighs tremble, closing around her wrist, then opening again as she chases the edge she can feel. Sweat beads at her hairline. The bed creaks softly beneath each thrust of her hips. When the pleasure finally breaks, it rolls through her in long, shaking waves, leaving her gasping, spent, and already wondering when she’ll make time for this again.