Discommbobulated

Of course I should be rewarded for my long demanding  work week, why not? He is not here tonight. Cleaned my house, attended to the redundant routine that responsible women complete, and of course,splurged  on a few pieces of clothing. Still waiting for the UPS man to deliver my sexy laced bras. As always, it’s time to wash off the day. I love how the coolness of my Clinique cleanser feels as I gently rub the creaminess on my face. With purpose, I squirt a few drops on my full Latina lips. Alone tonight. The nights are getting colder, but not cold enough to sleep naked, not yet. Even so, I would still wear something made of lace, silk, something. Pulling back my crisp light blue sheets, I place myself on the edge of my king sized mattress. Although I’m tired, I know that my body needs attention. My jar of night cream awaits. I slide two fingers into my creamy ritual and rub the moisture on the high arches of my feet. My calves are begging for attention. Firmly I stroke the milky fluid on my calves and thighs. The tiresome routine makes me wet. Without hesitation I’m on my back. My fingers are gently toying with my warm, wet, intimate parts. My fingers slide slowly against my full peachy colored Latina lips as I slowly enter my wetness. My hips gyrate slowly against my hand. So delicious. Pinching my nipples, I explore my pussy until my fingers find that warm, wet, pulsating clit. Rubbing it harder, slowly, softly, harder, faster as my pelvis raises itself into blissful orgasm. I roll onto my stomach so I can enter myself harder. My ass is up and my legs are spread. It’s no longer a choice. I shove three fingers forcefully into my wet pulsating pussy. I’m cumming. So gooood. Humping my hand harder the warm liquid from my pussy saturates my hand. Mmmmmm. My heart is beating faster and faster. I know what is coming next. Such sweetness between my thighs, I finger myself faster so I can explode once more... my pussy is drenched and satisfied.