You’re right here with me, so close you can almost feel the heat radiating from my soaked panties. I tease myself, pressing my fingers against the wet fabric, rubbing slow, desperate circles, letting you watch as my body trembles with need. The dampness spreads, my arousal mixing with the mess I’ve made, and I know you’re craving to see more. I can’t resist anymore. I pull my panties aside, exposing my dripping pussy, swollen and throbbing under my own touch. My fingers dive inside, thrusting deep, stretching me open, making my breath hitch with every slick movement. I look right into your eyes, my moans growing louder, dirtier, as I fuck myself relentlessly. But I’m not done. I need more. I need to explode. My hand moves to my clit, rubbing so hard, so rough, the pleasure consumes me. My legs shake, my body tenses, and then—release. A violent, uncontrollable squirt gushes out, soaking the sheets, drenching my thighs, making a filthy mess just for you. My body collapses, spent, ruined, still twitching from the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm. And I know you’re next.