Bedroom light off but the glow from her phone casts everything in sickly blue. No sheets, just silk pajama bottoms rucked up around her waist while she works herself open with slow, deliberate pressure. The bed creaks under her weight as she leans back against the headboard, thighs slick and glistening from whatever’s already leaking down there. Her free hand reaches between them to tease that fat clit until it swells hard enough to bruise. No one knows she’s doing this—not even herself fully anymore. The way she bites her lip when she hits that sweet spot tells you how close this is getting without ever crossing into full-on cumshot territory yet.
