Girl Masturbates and Fingers Herself on the Chair

As her fingers eagerly stroked the soft folds of her womanhood, she couldnt help but fantasize about the way his rough, experienced hands would have felt on her body if he was there with her at that moment.Her nipples tingled as she imagined how it would feel to spread her legs wide open, inviting him into her forbidden paradise as the cool metal of the chair beneath her ass contrasted with the intense heat of her aching pussy.As she masturbated on the chair, she slowly began to finger herself, relishing in the deep throes of pleasure that only such a dirty act could offer.The moistness between her legs was quickly replaced by wetness as her fingers danced across her clit, bringing it to life with every stroke, sending shivers down her spine.The more she touched herself, the closer she felt to reaching her climax on that chair the anticipation was unbearable.She could feel her heart beating faster, her breath quickening, and her body craving more and more of what it yearned for.Every time her fingers dipped between her lips and clung to her sensitive flesh, the intensity inside her built stronger, pushing her towards the edge.Soon enough, she could no longer resist any longer as her pussy tightened around her own fingers, her clit pulsing with raw need and desperation for fulfillment.Her eyes rolled back into her head, and a mixture of both guilt and pleasure washed over her as she came undone on the cold metal chair, the chair which was now warmed by the evidence of her desires.As she finally surrendered to her unquenchable lust, her fingers traced the shape of her pussy one last time before withdrawing, leaving her in a daze.She could feel the wetness seeping between her thighs as her heart slowed down and returned to normalcy.The adrenaline rush from her selfinduced orgasm was unlike anything she had experienced in recent memory, and she knew that despite the occasional thrill of being watched during such a private moment, it was her hands that would always bring her to blissful climaxes.In the aftermath of her pleasurable escapade, she couldnt help but wonder if the man from her fantasy had been real or just another one of her erotic imaginings.But then again, perhaps in reality too, there existed a man who would be able to make her feel these very sensations without resorting to such selfsatisfaction.Perhaps, someday, she might just let go of the chair and surrender herself entirely to another, for it was the touch of a stranger that would complete the unfinished picture in her mind.