Tantalizing tingles traveled up and down my body. My body squirmed and trembled as I fought to control my breathing. Long, deep breaths began simulating a perfectly shaped dick hitting deep inside me. As I softly moaned, my own sounds put me in a trance.
My hips rocked against my hand. As my finger swirled, my hips matched every motion. I tasted the sweet sweat forming on my lips. My tongue danced in my mouth as I struggled not to cry out in pleasure. I used my free hand to cover my mouth.
My eyes softly opened, giving me a glance at my covered body. The heat under the covers stewed me in my own juices. With every brush against my G-spot, a drip of juice trickled down lips. My hand was soaked, making the massage slippery and hot.
Soon, covering my mouth wasn’t enough. I bit my hand, trapping my mouth shut. I drifted in and out so much, my finger instinctually picked up speed. I repeatedly slowed myself, letting the suspense build fluently.
As I neared the end of another exploration, the pit of my stomach tied into a powerful knot. Every muscle in my midsection tightened. Soon, my entire body was trying to tighten. I forced myself back into submission and continued my slow journey.
At some point, I think my husband came out of the bathroom. I felt what I assume was him kissing my forehead. Knowing him, he probably said something; some stupid joke that only he thought was funny. I didn’t really care, so I wasn’t paying him any attention.
My body clenched and released uncontrollably. I barely kept my finger stroking my hot spot. Every hard breath I took was a struggle not to cum. The sensations were so powerful that my legs began stretching. I could feel them moving underneath the covers, but my pussy quaked harder with every passing second.
I soon had no control over my body. I shook so violently, my hand-massage fucked my pussy involuntarily. I only had control over my mind. I did everything in my power to keep myself from cumming.
My hand moved from my mouth and grabbed my tit. I felt the sudden pain of my nipple being pulled. I couldn’t look down, but I felt my hand pushing me toward completion. My hips bucked as I violently shuddered. My legs flailed aimlessly as I was finally overtaken by my orgasm.
My heart raced and my mind fogged. All I can remember are brief moments of clarity when I could see the room. While twitching under the covers, I felt my pussy singing songs of bliss which filled my head.
I cried out in pain as my pussy quaked. I couldn’t feel my body, but I could feel every sensation of every nerve. The tip of my spine rattled my hips, making me writhe in ecstasy. My arms pushed the covers away, exposing my sweaty body to the room.
The cold air chilled my overheating body. My sweat soaked the sheets underneath me. My hands and legs were still shaking, but I was able to slide my right hand against my pussy. As my body quivered, I explored my pussy.
From the first touch, sensation shot through me like lightning. I brushed my hair back and moaned from the sensitivity.