The afternoon sun streamed through the window, painting Alissa in a golden light as she straddled the exercise bike. Not for a workout, though. Today was all about exploring the tingling pleasure that had been building within her all day. She wore a simple sports bra, her hard nipples poking through the fabric, and a pair of tiny shorts that barely concealed her tight pussy.
She started slowly, pretending to pedal, but her fingers were already teasing her clit. A soft moan escaped her lips. This felt so good. The rhythmic motion of her hand against her pussy intensified, each stroke sending shivers down her spine. She leaned back, arching her back slightly, giving herself better access. Oh, yes, she thought, that's the spot.
Her breath hitched as she found the perfect pressure point. She started rubbing harder, faster, her body swaying with the rhythm. Her nipples grew even harder, sensitive to the slightest touch. She squeezed them between her fingers, adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure. The exercise bike vibrated slightly beneath her, amplifying the sensations.
"Oh, fuck," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. The first orgasm hit her like a wave, a jolt of pure electricity surging through her body. She cried out, her legs shaking uncontrollably. But it wasn't over. She continued to rub, her fingers slick with her own juices, teasing and tormenting her pussy until another wave of pleasure crashed over her.
A second intense orgasm ripped through her, even stronger than the first. She screamed, her head falling back against the wall. But still, she wasn't satisfied. She wanted more. She needed more. With renewed determination, she attacked her clit, her fingers a blur of motion. This time, the orgasm was explosive, a volcanic eruption of pure ecstasy. She screamed and screamed as the pleasure washed over her. Completely spent, she collapsed back against the wall, panting and gasping for air. Her body thrummed with aftershocks, and a blissful smile spread across her face.
