Craving my partner, I indulged in self-pleasure, imagining their touch. Hands entwined, I stroked and teased until climax, envisioning their delight. Post-orgasm, I savored the ecstasy, hoping they'd join soon.
Craving my partner, I indulged in self-pleasure, imagining their touch. Hands entwined, I stroked and teased until climax, envisioning their delight. Post-orgasm, I savored the ecstasy, hoping they'd join soon.
After a long day at work, I found myself craving some solo playtime. I knew my partner was away, but the thought of her watching me stroke myself made my heart race. The anticipation of her watching, the thrill of it all, it was almost too much to handle. But I kept going, my hand moving faster and faster, the pleasure building up inside me. I could feel my climax coming, and I knew my partner was going to miss out. But that just made it all the more exciting. I pushed myself harder, my breath catching in my throat as I reached my peak. The thought of my partner missing out only made me want to do it again, and again. But for now, I was content with the knowledge that she knew what she was missing.
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