Chapter 37

　　I watched myself.

　　My thighs trembling.

　　My pussy glistening.

　　My hands shaking with the need to touch.

　　Then I did.

　　My fingers slid between the folds, parting them gently, slowly, making myself feel every ridge, every pulse, every wet, messy throb.

　　I moaned.

　　Louder this time.

　　No holdi...