I Can’t Stop Playing with My Pussy

I lay back, feeling the heat rushing through me, and I can’t resist sliding my fingers down between my thighs. My pussy is already wet, aching for more, and I start rubbing slowly, teasing myself. The more I touch, the louder I moan, knowing how much you’d love to see me like this. I spread my legs wider, slipping my fingers deep inside, feeling that sweet stretch. Every movement makes me crave you even more. I don’t stop, I don’t hold back—I just keep playing until I’m trembling, imagining you watching me, ready to join me live for more.