Five Days Alone Has Me Rubbing My Wet Pussy Outside

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Every shift in that dark chair, every touch of her chest, is for you. She's spread now, legs wide as she can, and that hand is moving slow, so slow. Her eyes flick up, catch yours, then back down to what she's doing. Her face is all concentration, lips parted just a bit. You can hear the rhythm of her breath, the soft sounds of her touching herself.

Her body starts to move with it, hips rocking slightly as her hand strokes. The fabric of that swimsuit is stretched tight over her breasts, and you can see the shape of her nipples hardening. Her hair spills over the chair, dark against the green behind her. She's completely focused on herself now, lost in the feeling of her own fingers. You're right there with her, your hand moving in time.

You can feel your pulse picking up, your breath catching in your throat. You're getting hard, wet, aching for more. She's getting closer too, her movements a little faster now. But she's not going to let herself finish yet, not until she's teased you just a bit longer. How long can you last?