She lay on her bed, fingers slowly exploring her wetness. Her breathing grew heavier as she teased herself, imagining someone else's touch. The room was warm and filled with the sounds of her soft moans. As she neared orgasm, she bit her lip and arched her back, desperate for release. Finally, her body shook violently and she cried out, her fingers still buried deep inside her. Tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks, and for a moment, she felt vulnerable and exposed. But then he walked in, saw her like this, and instead of laughing or judging, he joined her on the bed, his fingers replacing hers. Their eyes locked as they both pushed her boundaries, and together they found a tenderness they never knew existed.
