Touch

Lauren Crist drags one fingertip along her thigh and every nerve answers. Thoughts turn filthy. Her nipples stiffen. Her cunt grows slick. Her pulse kicks hard against her ribs. She lies back on the sheets, dark hair spilling around her shoulders, and lets her own hands take over. Fingers glide over smooth skin, circle each tight nipple, then slide lower. She spreads her legs and finds the wet heat waiting there, strokes herself in slow circles until the pleasure builds. Reaching for her favorite toy, she coats it in her own wetness and eases it inside. Each thrust makes her hips lift. Breath quickens. She pushes deeper, grinds against the base, and feels the first sweet tremors ripple through her core. Faster now, she rides the toy with hungry focus, chasing the sharp edge of release. When it hits, her back arches, thighs shake, and a low moan slips past parted lips as she comes hard around the toy she still clutches between her fingers.