The intensity of the fantasy was overwhelming. Her body trembled, her thighs clenching together instinctively as she felt herself teetering on the edge.
A soft moan escaped her lips as her hips arched involuntarily. She was so close—so achingly close—that it took everything in her to pull herself back.
Mary let out a shaky exhale, her chest rising and falling as she tried to regain control. She knew she couldn't let herself finish so soon.
This wasn't just about satisfying her own desires; it was about creating something memorable, something that would captivate Ross completely.
The mere thought of him watching this video, seeing her like this, drove her forward.
Steeling herself, she slid her hands lower, her fingers grazing the smooth skin of her stomach as they made their way downward.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly, deliberately, slid them down her legs.
