Discommbobulated

Wonderfully fulfilled. Past the hump day always makes me excited. End of day. Thursday. Work day demanded an excruciating amount of mental and physical labor. Stretching in my comfy leather chair. Feels good when I raise my arms over my head. Arching my back while my Latina ass fits snuggly onto my resting place. Should I close the door? Break time. Yes. It’s closed. Sitting back. Listening to the tranquility of my Amazon calming purchase. Ocean waves. Watching my skirt raising as I stretch and arch my back. End of day. Hope they are all gone. Who cares? Imagining the wet foamy waves forcefully hitting my most private parts. Unbuttoning the small pearlescent button of my pink sheer blouse. Gently flicking my stiff brown nipple. How my right breast responds to the slight breeze of my fingertip. Fingers linger. In the most vulnerable place. Wetness covers my index. Stretching more. Opening more. Spreading. Rubbing. Grinding. Cumming.