Distant chatter comes through the open door, ominously disruptive.

How long has it been?

Breakfast smells are tempting, yet not enough. Not now.

Not for such hunger.

‘Up already! It’s getting cold.’

Quite the opposite.

Pulsing heat, juices pooling, nipples as reactive as ever, and I melt.

Keep going.

Fingers sliding up and down my labia, barely touching my clit as the quivering subsides. Lust pulls, making them thrust into my clenching cunt.

I missed this.

The heel of my hand grinds on my nub while I fuck myself. I can feel my brain shutting down.

I can feel.

‘Coming!’