Cilia
The heat between my legs was throbbing relentlessly, a deep ache that wanted more than just my wandering thoughts. I scanned my room, eyes darting over the cluttered desk, the scattered clothes on the floor, the empty nightstand…nothing. No vibrator hidden away, no dildo tucked in a drawer. Just me and this burning need to be filled, f****d hard until I shatter.
My hands moved on their own, sliding up under my shirt to cup my breasts. I squeezed them firmly, thumbs circling my hardening n*****s, pinching until they sting with pleasure. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I continued kneading the soft flesh, feeling my pulse quicken but it wasn’t enough. The fire was spreading lower, I shifted on the bed, parting my thighs. Trailing my fingers down my stomach, dipping under the waistban
