The tension had already taken over before she even touched herself. She didn't hesitate, the need was too strong, the pressure too sharp, and she was chasing the orgasm already tearing between her thighs. She slid her fingers in like she had been waiting all day to feel herself. One hand stayed over her mouth, not for shame, but to survive it, and to play along with how wild it got. She slowed her fingers not to resist, but to enjoy the tension she had created so perfectly inside her.
