The anticipation was almost unbearable. I adjusted the camera, making sure the light caught my perfect pink pussy just right. My fingers danced lightly over my clit, teasing it, drawing out the pleasure. I could feel the heat building, a familiar pressure growing deep inside me.
I've always loved the feeling of control during solo masturbation. It's a freedom, a way to explore the depths of my own desire. Today, I wanted more. I wanted to push myself, to see how far I could go.
I reached for my paddle, its smooth surface cool against my skin. Just the thought of it sent shivers down my spine. I began to gently tap it against my inner thighs, the light sting adding another layer of intensity. My breath hitched as I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensations flooding my body. Black hair framed my face as I lowered my head, lost to the moment.
Faster and faster my fingers moved, the pressure building to a crescendo. A small moan escaped my lips, turning into a gasp as the first wave hit me. My small tits bounced with the force of the orgasm. And then it happened. The cum fountain erupted, a torrent of pleasure washing over me. It was glorious, overwhelming.
But I wasn't done. I kept going, riding the waves of pleasure, pushing myself further. Another orgasm hit, even more intense than the first. And then another, and another. Each one a burst of pure, unadulterated bliss.
Finally, I collapsed back onto the bed, exhausted but exhilarated. A huge puddle of squirt soaked the sheets beneath me. I ran my fingers through it, feeling the warm, wet texture. I was a mess, but it was a beautiful mess. A testament to the power of my own pleasure. I love being a femme fontaine!
Lying there, panting, I looked down at my body. My white skin was flushed, my lips swollen, and my eyes glazed over with satisfaction. I was a cute girl, no no piercing, no tattoo who had just reached a new level of pleasure. I wanted to share what happened here.
