Manuela caught her clit between two fingers gently scissoring the tiny nub of flesh as thoughts of men cavorted behind her closed eyelids. All sizes and colors one after the other. Slender cute track boys with toned thighs and tight butts that would go all night, buff chiseled men who could lift her with one arm and fuck her standing. Long haired rock and roll guys with full sleeve tattoos who would push her to do things she could never repeat and chubby computer nerds who would cum the moment she smiled in their direction.

Two fingers slipped into her slicked hole twisting slowly deeper into her body. At first she bit down on her lip, stifling the scream building up in her chest but then she remembered. She was alone, but someone could hear her scream. Her lips parted and she squealed. The squeals turned to moans a few seconds later timed with the pair of fingers plunging in and out of her sex. The heel of her hand was pressed against her clit grinding against hip bone sending jolts of pleasure along her spine and finally to her nipples.

“Oh!” she spread her legs indecently wide and continued to pleasure herself. Her free hands gravitated towards her aching nipples pinching down on one then and gently twisting. “God yes!” Her chest was heaving with each ragged breath she pulled into her chest.

Her mouth opened wide as she twisted her fingers inside her hitting the sweet spot that set off explosions in her head. Her thighs cinched together trapping her hand between them as her muscles clenched down in quick spasms. They continued to send tiny quakes through her body for several minutes finally subsiding and letting Manuela relax onto the towel softly mewling as the afterglow of her orgasm spread over her.