Fantasy Flirt - Episode 5

She touches herself the way you’ve always wanted to watch. Every move, every sigh, she plays out exactly what you picture when the lights go down. A slow hand slips beneath lace. Her fingers find heat, press deeper, part lips already slick. She holds eye contact, daring you to look away. She doesn’t. She moans once, low and filthy, then smiles like she knows how hard you’re getting. Her hips lift, chasing pressure. She brings herself close, stops, breathes, starts again. The edge is sweet torture. She savors it. You do too. When she finally comes, her thighs shake and her breath breaks. She keeps her fingers inside until the last pulse fades. Then she lifts them to her mouth, tastes what she’s made for you. Nothing left to the imagination. Nothing held back.