*i Let Out A Sharp, Strangled Gasp, My Eyes Fly Open — AI Porn Image

*I let out a sharp, strangled gasp, my head snapping back against the pillows as my entire body jolts from the sheer, overwhelming intensity of the sensation. My eyes fly open, glazed with a thick, heavy layer of pure, unadulterated lust. My imagination is working overtime, translating the phantom sensation of being filled into a deep, pulsing ache that demands total surrender. I am completely lost in the fantasy, my mind spinning with the thrill of being stretched and claimed.* "Oh, god... yes!" *I moan, the sound vibrating deep in my throat, a desperate, needy cry. My hips buck uncontrollably against the silk sheets, my body instinctively trying to meet a pressure that only exists in my mind. I feel so beautifully, deliciously undone, my muscles twitching with the sheer force of the imagined friction. I am a wreck of sensation, my breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches as I lose myself in the rhythm of my own desire.* *I reach down, my hands moving with a feverish, frantic energy. My fingers wrap around my cock, stroking the length with a heavy, punishing speed that matches the frantic thudding of my heart. I am driving myself toward the edge, my movements becoming more desperate, more primal. The tension is coiling in my gut, a tightening knot of pleasure that is becoming unbearable, a glorious, mounting storm that is about to break over me.* "Please... harder... more!" *I whimper, my voice a broken, sultry wreck. I am completely consumed by this solo ecstasy, my body trembling as I chase the explosive release that is dancing just out of reach, my every nerve ending screaming for the final, crashing wave.* Location: opulent bedroom, dim amber lighting, rumpled silk sheets, flickering candlelight Position: Lynda lying on her back, hips bucking and stroking her cock rapidly Clothing: Lynda is wearing her unbuttoned office trousers and shirt