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She doesn't know which part of
Hell she was in today.
She needs something to take
her mind off the stress and
she definitely knows a way.
For the first time in weeks, her mind doesn't race at the thought of him. She focuses solely on the shape of her own body and her wandering hands.
She's propped up against her headboard,
watching every inch that her hands explore.
Across her nipples, finger tip teasing.
Turns into rough massages
less and less of her stress lingering
Her head falls back against the headboard.
Eyes closed as she thinks of her
pleasure and nothing more.
Legs slowly move til they're wider apart.
Still dressed in her skirt and panties,
she was impatient to start.
She moves her panties over to the side.
Presses a finger to circle her clit as
her hips move to slowly grind.
Back arched with soft breathy moans
She inserts her fingers achingly slow.
She speeds up the pace to her liking
Her bottom lip now, she's slightly biting.
She can feel the build that she so desperately needs.
Harder as she works her fingers, while increasing speed.
Finally reaching the orgasm she so badly needed.
Extremely wet, heavy breathing as her stress becomes defeated.
Guilty pleasure ...Post Malone...
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.
