

I'm sitting at home, alone, as my both my mind and hand begin to wander lower. Slipping my eager fingers under my soft satin thong I feel my pussy becoming warm and wet.
I spread my legs just the tiniest bit and bite on my lip to stifle a moan as I slip first one, then two fingers inside. I arch my back as I ram my beautifully manicured nails in and out.
I stop, briefly, but only to bring my fingers to my waiting lips. I take a little taste. It's sweet, musky, the nectar of a pussy that needs to be worked hard!
Perhaps I need to call one of a long list of lovers to help me along.......