Wicked chance - Chapter 9

She had never felt so acutely aware of her own body and its insatiable appetite for pleasure. The thought of satisfying that hunger was enough to make her heart race and her skin tingle with anticipation. Her fingers began to wander once again, tracing eagerly over her engorged clit as she savored the building tension with every stroke. As she grew closer to the edge, she let out a gasp of pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily against her own hand.

She held nothing back now, her fingers plunging deep within her slick channel as she sought out more pleasure.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted in time with her thrusts, her voice raspy and breathless. "Oh God, yes! Right there!"

Her legs trembled as waves of ecstasy washed over her, nearly drowning her in their intensity. Her second orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave, and she reached for something to hold on to - anything to keep her tethered to reality as pleasure consumed her very being. She convulsed with sensations, her muscles contracting as warmth flooded her the core of her.

Her walls clenched around her fingers again and again, making her shiver in delight. As the last ripples of pleasure subsided, Jasmine lay there motionless with her eyes wide open, still breathing heavily. She had never experienced something so intense and so overwhelming. Her body had always felt foreign to her as a man, but now she reveled in the feeling of this newfound femininity.