Warmth surrounds me everywhere, and I cuddle in closer, seeking the heat and comfort. When I shift my hips, my sex rubs against something hard. It presses perfectly against my clit, and I moan softly at the sensation. I do it again, searching for the same pleasure as before.

I rock back and forth, and a fresh woodsy scent fills my lungs. My panties are soaked and cling to me, and even my breasts ache with need. The handful of times I've tried to get myself off it never worked, but as I thrust ...