In an oversized, black leather massage chair, I lie back, eyes closed, a glass of expensive champagne in one hand. The other hand slides between my spread legs, finding my wet, swollen pussy lips eager for attention. I moan softly as my fingers slowly probe my tight opening, searching for that perfect spot to make me cum.
My rhythmic strokes become more intense, my hips bucking against the chair as pleasure washes over me. I arch my back, exposing my delicate neck, inviting someone to claim me. No one comes, so I continue pleasuring myself, my fingers rapidly circling my clit as I gasp for breath.
My orgasm builds, pulsing through my body, and then it hits... I cry out, my voice hoarse from the intensity of the pleasure, my body shuddering with each waves. Cum I cry out, my voice hoarse from the intensity of the pleasure, my body shuddering with each wave of ecstasy as my orgasm hits, and I feel the sweet release of cum spilling from deep within me.
