Wicked chance - Chapter 7

Her nipples grew taut under the soft, unyielding grip of her hands, and she couldn't help but arch her back in a desperate desire to sate this insatiable hunger that was building with every touch of her delicate hands. Throbbing heat radiated from her swollen, moist pussy as her fingers continued to probe, and it seemed like the universe itself was urging her to take this newfound body for a test drive.

When she finally had the chance to lock eyes with her own reflection, the lust she saw there was impossible to ignore. She could see the deep-rooted hunger reflected in her cerulean gaze as her lips parted, and she let out a low, guttural moan. It sounded foreign to her ears, and yet, it was intoxicating in every sensual way. Her breath quickened as a fevered pulse throbbed between her thighs, a tempting symphony of need and desire.

She found herself slowly sinking down onto the soft, lavender duvet that graced her bed. She bit her lip as she sank further into the heated lust that pooled between her thighs. Her hips began to roll with an unknown rhythm, urging her hands to spread wider and push deeper with primal intention. Her fingers delved deeper inside her wet, hot slit, instinctively knowing exactly how to touch herself.