I love my orgasms

Fuck, I'm horny today. That restless ache in my body that makes me want to stay in bed and rub one out for hours. One orgasm never cuts it. I keep chasing the next one, then the one after that, until the sheets are damp and I'm still greedy for more. My hand slips between my thighs. I'm already slick. The little toy presses right on my clit and I sigh, hips rolling into the vibration. Every buzz sends a sweet sting straight through me. My pussy clenches, empty but throbbing, as I grind harder and let the pleasure stack on itself. I don't rush. I tease the swollen bud in slow circles, then flick the tip and watch my stomach flutter. Heat pools low, tightens, then spills over in a bright rush that makes my toes curl. My breath catches. Before the tremors fade I press again, pushing past the edge into another. And another. The need never really stops. It only gets louder. Blonde hair sticks to my damp neck. Lace clings to the flushed skin of my breasts. I arch, gasping, clit pulsing under the toy as fresh waves roll through me. My cunt flutters, wanting to be filled but settling for the hard, perfect pressure against that one perfect spot. Every moan tastes sweeter than the last. I could do this all day. I will do this all day. The afternoon stretches out like an invitation and I answer with my legs spread and my hand steady, giving my greedy little pussy everything it craves.