She craved a different kind of touch a mature woman's desire burning deep inside.
Her touch traced her own body a promise of pleasure to come.
The excitement built as she fantasized about a firm hand.
Each stroke was a seductive plea an invitation to unleash her wildest desires.
She longed for the sensation of utter bliss.
A wetness spread signaling her readiness.
Her flesh ached for satisfaction.
The air thick with fervent needs.
She imagined the climax rising to an explosive crescendo.
Her breasts heaved with each gasp.
The thrill of discovery ignited her.
She desired the sensation of being dominated.
Her mind racing with lustful fantasies.
The warmth between her legs intensified.
A primal urge took control.
She was prepared to surrender to every sensation.
The climax loomed a powerful force.
Her hands grasped at the sheets in ecstasy.
A ultimate thrust and then oblivion.
Spent and content her soul hummed with bliss.
