I felt so lewd, naked and spread out in the old chair secretly wishing someone were watching me masturbate. My hands caressed my thighs and legs.
Although I longed for the slender body I had when those pictures were taken, I was still what I considered attractive.
I turned to my favorite picture of Blake. He was in a pair of cutoff jeans with no shirt. He looked so sexy! My fingers slid over my wet lips. I was dripping now.
My clit was begging for some attention and I slid my wet fingers around and over it. I was moaning and moving my hips. My other hand joined the first and penetrated my p***y with two fingers.
I was free to do or say anything I wanted. No one could see in and the doors were locked. I was breathing faster now.
I looked around the room and moaned out “Ohhhhh, I wish
