Exhibitionist

Paula gets off on being watched. A single glance can make her wet, and she flashes wherever she can. Today she is alone in her room, but she imagines every eye fixed on her. She pulls her top up first. Her small, round tits slip out, nipples already tight. She pinches one, rolling it between her fingers, then lets out a soft, hungry breath. Lower, she pushes her panties aside. Her fingers slide over smooth lips, parting them to show pink. She brings a slim glass toy to her mouth, wets it with slow licks, and guides it down. The cool tip presses inside, and her hips rock to meet it. She pumps the toy deep, then shallow, eyes half-lidded as if the room is crowded with people seeing every wet thrust. Her free hand never stops teasing her clit. Her thighs quiver. She spreads wider, wanting nothing hidden. The toy glistens each time it slides out, coated in her. She rides it harder, moaning for the eyes she cannot see but knows are there, chasing every dirty stare until her whole body tightens and breaks.