Laying on the bed, I gently caress my throbbing pussy, my fingers dancing over my wet folds. The pleasure builds, my body arches in ecstasy as I reach climax.
After a long, tiring day at work, I finally found myself lying on my bed, unable to fall asleep. My mind was filled with dirty thoughts, and I couldn't resist the urge to satisfy myself. I reached down and began to stroke my hardening cock, my hand moving in a rhythm that made my heart race. As I continued to pleasure myself, I could feel my arousal building, my body writhing in pleasure as I imagined the soft, wet folds of a woman's pussy around my throbbing cock. I could almost taste the sweet nectar of her desire, the taste of her wetness driving me wild. But I couldn't resist the pleasure, the intense sensation of my own hand as it brought me closer and closer to the edge. And when I finally reached the climax, it was worth every second, my body trembling with the intensity of my orgasm.