Women Seeking Women #116

She gave it to herself on April 17, 2015. Two fingers pressed in and curled, pumping until the wet sound of it filled the room. Her thumb rode her clit in lazy circles at first, then faster, chasing the pressure building under her belly. Each stroke dragged a soft sound from her throat—half sigh, half moan—while her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing the nipple hard enough to burn. She gasped when her own fingers hit that swollen spot inside, hips rolling against her palm, cunt clenching around the knuckles buried to the last digit. Sweat pearled on her stomach. Her thighs shook. When the first wave hit she cried out openly, thighs snapping shut around her wrist, whole body arching off the sheets as pleasure tore through her in hard, rhythmic pulses. She rode it until it ebbed, breath coming ragged, fingers sliding out slow and slick with proof of how deep she’d gone.