Sometimes, when she m*********d, she would use toys. She had a whole host of small vibrators and dildos that were ready for action. She liked to insert a butt-plug in her ass, and then she'd use a vibrator to stimulate her c**t, torturing herself until she was squirting cunt-juice high up in to the air.
But today she was relying on her hands; her dexterous, supple hands. Both of them would roam all over her body, stroking and caressing and squeezing and pinching and twisting and generally revelling in her sumptuous form. Her orgasm would creep up on her, like a ghost in the night. Her whole body would start to tingle, her n*****s would feel tender and alert.
And when she came, she would scream and shake and twitch, as waves of s****l ecstasy would wash over her, overwhelming her mind and
