Mathilda had been surrounded by various bodies, and she realized that that was her superpower at the moment—that she was free of attachments. She was not with anyone, and for a woman like her that was an accomplishment.
But even if she was alone, that did not mean that she did not crave good loving. In her new hotel, as soon as she saw the gorgeous bedding she knew she was going to have a good night!
Alone!
When she slipped under the covers—naked—she felt her labia quiver with anticipation for the action to come. Dimmed lights and the skyline of the city she was in—which was not one that everyone knew but still lovely—was the background as she rolled around the sheets. The luxurious material against her naked body made her want to touch herself but she knew she would come too soon if she immeadiately touched herself. But the quivering was so intense, that she just pressed her hand against her wet skin between her legs, and lie on her back, her buttocks spread so that her anus contracted and she had barely started. Her nipples were hard as soon as she touched them—as she knew they would be.
Pulling the sheets over her, she submerged into just the realm of her own sensation. A finger stuck in her belly button felt as erotic as anything—every part of her that she touched was so sensitive. Touching her nipples was a way that she could have her release, but she knew that she wanted to touch her core. It was so sweet when she did. She was so wet, it was almost too easy for her so she made herself almost come—and then not almost and then no.
It was like being lost at sea, rising and falling. Rising and falling. She thrust the seats of of her, and saw her naked body and the rough pleasure she was giving herself which made her rise, rise and fall.
Naked and spent, she looked at herself in the mirror with a smile. It was good to see her own pleasure.
It felt like she had forgotten…
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nice 🙂
thank you so much!!!
A very sensual bit of flash, FDL!
Oh verrrrry nice!