Her fingertips teased the sensitive skin of her inner thighs as she moaned softly, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. The longer she denied herself an orgasm, the more intense the desire grew. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the pleasure that threatened to consume her, but it was futile.
With each passing second, the tension inside her built, like a tightly wound spring waiting to be released. She bit her lip, fighting against the oncoming wave of pleasure that threatened to break free. But she knew, it was only a matter of time before she surrendered to it completely.
And then, finally, she felt it building, rising up from deep within her, an all-consuming need taking over her body. As the sensation built, she gasped and arched her back, nails digging into her thighs to hold herself back.
