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Lisa ran her fingers underneath her panties and across the folds of her labia as she lay in bed. They were warm and slick, lightly throbbing at her own touch. She woke up horny, as she did most mornings, and knew she didn't have much time to pleasure herself before she needed to get ready for work.
While her right hand explored her genitals, her left worked its way across her breast, fondling it gently above her shirt. She could feel her nipple harden at her touch, poking against the fabric that held it.
She moaned softly to herself as she began to work her fingers against her clitoris, making slow circular motions with her pointer and index. Her back arched slightly as she toyed with her sensitive button, feeling her wetness on her fingers and between them. Lubricant was never an issue with Lisa, her vagina a seemingly endless tap of sweet nectar. Her clitoris swelled and throbbed under her touch, peeking out from its hood as she pleasured it.
All the while her left hand caressed her breast, now pulling at her nipple softly at first, and then harder as she became more aroused.
Lewd, wet sounds made their way to her ears as she rubbed her clit faster and faster, working her juices into a froth between her luscious labia folds.
She began to thrust her hips slightly as she massaged herself, seemingly unable to control her body's movements.
Her hand clawed at her breast, pulling at it hard and savagely as she neared orgasm, doe eyes closing and her head rolling back against her pillow. Her soft, blonde hair spilled across it and twisted as her body writhed in pleasure.
Lisa's back arched and her legs stiffened as she felt herself on the brink of climax. With a deep, guttural moan she felt the release she craved as her vaginal muscles tensed hard before relaxing, over and over, sending sweet waves of pleasure through her genitals and up the rest of her body.
She didn't stop rubbing herself as her orgasm rippled through her, only stopping once her clitoris became too sensitive to touch any longer.
She let out a deep sigh as she nestled her head against her pillow, and pulled her right hand out of her panties, soaked with her juices.
She brought her fingers up to her face and took in her own scent on them, a smell that she deeply enjoyed, though she often felt a bit ashamed that she did. In the mornings, when she pleasured herself like this, her scent was irresistible; her juices mixed with her natural body odor produced an intoxicating aroma.
She sighed again, and shifted herself to sit up, stretching her legs out as she did. It was 6:45, and if she didn't get herself into the shower soon, she would be late for work this morning. At least it's Friday, she thought to herself.
The warmth of the shower felt incredible on her skin, washing the chill of the early morning off of her.
Lisa lathered the soap between her hands before she began to wash her chest and stomach, with very sensitive nipples, and it was hard not to get aroused again as she washed her full chest. She moved her hands down to her stomach, letting the soap lather around her belly before moving down to her legs. As her hands made their way over her neat patch of her hairless and then down to her labia, she shivered and her legs buckled lightly.
She was still sensitive from her earlier masturbation session, and the slippery touch of her fingers sent a spark of electricity through her lower body.
If she hadn't been running so late, she would have considered having another round with herself. She could feel her pussy throbbing between her legs as she washed the rest of her body. She craved her own touch, and she craved the touch of another even more.
