Intense Orgasms
She starts out slow. Touching herself, caressing gently. She slides her black satin thong off her legs and tosses it in the floor. Naked except for the stockings, she spreads her thighs on the bed. One hand massages her left breast before softly pinching her nipple. The other spreads the moisture on her glistening crotch.
She moans. Her eyes are squeezed shut as she slides a finger inside her. So soft and wet. She massages the tight tube of her tunnel and arches her back as the sensations explode. Her other hand sneaks down to grip her buttock, kneading it, pulling her asscheeks apart as she works her fingers faster.
She grabs the vibrator, licks it, then eases it in. Her perfectly manicured finger finds her lovebutton and begins to flutter, gyrate, masturbate. She moans again, her breath hot, almost panting.
The first orgasm rockets out of nowhere, surprising her, thrilling her, revving here up instead of calming here down. She eases off for a minute, slowing the in-out action of the vibrator and barely moving her fingers on her clit. Then she ramps back up, rolling back and forth in the bed as she feels the tension building. The room ceases to exist. There are no worries, no concerns, only lust and desire. She yelps as she cums for the second time, the erotic energy intense enough to clench her teeth, spasm her body.