Terri-fic

Terri stands under the light with nothing on but her skin. She moves slow, fingers gliding along her stomach, then lower. Her body is slim, every line visible. She touches herself the way she likes it—slow at first, then steady, finding that perfect rhythm. Her eyes stay half-closed, lips parted, breath catching as her fingers press and circle. She’s not rushing. She’s enjoying every second of it, letting the feeling build until her thighs tremble and her back arches off the couch. When it hits, it rolls through her in waves, leaving her flushed, spent, and smiling.