She pressed two fingers deep inside her wet desire, feeling the heat of her arousal. With each rhythmic thrust, she let out a muffled moan as her body shuddered with pleasure. Sweat dripped down her forehead and her breathing became heavier, but she didn't stop. Her orgasm washing over her in waves, she collapsed onto the bed, spent. Yet still, she craved more. It wasn't enough. The absence of a dick haunted her, taunting her with its emptiness. But she knew, for now, she would have to find solace in her own touch.
