f19 Releasing some pleasure

I’m lying on my stomach on my bed, wearing nothing but a tiny pink crop top and a thong that’s already soaked through. My phone’s buzzing with notifications, but I ignore it because I’m too busy scrolling through all the filthy messages guys have been sending me. I bite my lip, feeling that familiar ache between my legs, and I know exactly what I need tonight.

I slip my hand under the waistband of my thong and start rubbing my clit in slow circles, gasping at how sensitive I already am. My hips rock against my fingers while I read one guy telling me he wants to bend me over and fuck me raw. The thought makes me moan out loud. I push two fingers inside myself, pumping them fast, imagining it’s his cock stretching me open. My pussy’s dripping, making wet sounds that fill the quiet room.

I grab my vibrator from under the pillow, turn it on high, and press it hard against my clit while I keep fingering myself. My whole body shakes as I get closer, thighs trembling, back arching. I’m such a needy little slut, cumming so hard just from thinking about being used. When the orgasm hits, I cry out, grinding against my hand until I’m panting and boneless.

But I’m still not satisfied. I roll onto my back, spread my legs wide, and start all over again, already desperate for the next one.