There was a part of her more eager for her own touch than that of any man. She knew the minuscule bumps on her nipples that sent goosebumps down her spine. She knew that her thighs needed rough pinches and nails while the lips between them needed feathers and wisps of air. She spread her naked form, ready and panting, gasping and bucking for the touch of her own fingers, her nails, her palm against her milky white skin. Eyes lidded, watching as she caressed and pinched the peaks on her breasts. Gazing with desire as they skimmed her rounded belly, dipping along her wideRead More →