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Sophia's gaze drifted back to the clock: 6:40 as she grabbed her vibrating dildo, peeled off her shorts so she could stimulate her aching pussy.

As Sophia's fingers traced circles over her clit, the heat inside her intensified, and her breath came in faster and shorter bursts. She couldn't help but close her eyes and let the sensation wash over her, her mind utterly consumed by the pleasure. Her thoughts were a haze of anticipation, a mix of anxiety and excitement as she awaited her first encounter with Tomas.

The vibrator hummed steadily, creating a rhythmic pulse against her skin that felt like a siren's call.Sophia's moan became louder, filling the room with her sounds of pleasure. She felt her nipples harden under her sports bra, the friction of the fabric against her skin adding to the sensation as the dildo began to plunge into her pussy.

The vibrator's hum grew louder, filling the room with a steady pulse that seemed to match the rhythm of Sophia's heartbeat. She felt her muscles tense and release, her body's response to the growing pleasure. She couldn't help but imagine Tomass hands on her, touching her in all the right places, as she plunged the dildo deeper into her pussy. Her moans grew louder, and she bit her lip, trying to stifle the sound so her husband would not hear her in the living room.

Just as she was about to reach her peak, her phone buzzed again, breaking the spell. She felt a jolt of anticipation mixed with a hint of frustration at the interruption. Sophia's eyes snapped open, her heart racing as she gazed at the screen,Tomas's name flashing on the display.

Her thumb instinctively reached out to swipe the screen, and she was met with a message that made her breath catch in her throat. Sophia's eyes widened, and her pupils dilated, the words "Can't wait to get my hands on you" searing themselves into her brain like a branding iron as she increased the vibrating speed on the dildo the sound of her stifled moans filled the room, the only accompaniment to the slow, deliberate rhythm of the dildo's motion. Sophia's body arched, her back curving like a bow, as she pushed the silicone deeper inside her. Her fingers dug into the mattress, the fabric of the bedspread bunching beneath her grip. The sensation built, her muscles tensing, as she imagined Tomas's hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin.

The world narrowed to the feeling of the dildo inside her, the pressure building, as she pictured Tomas's eyes locked on hers, his pupils dilating with desire as she moaned, "please fuck me" to the vibrating dildo in her hand. Sophia's body arched further, her hips tilting upward, as if seeking the dildo's deeper penetration. The air in the room seemed to thicken, the silence broken only by the sound of her ragged breathing. Her fingers, still gripped the mattress, and dug deeper, her knuckles whitening with tension. The silicone slid deeper, her walls clenching around it, as if **** to hold onto the sensation.

Time seemed to compress, the seconds blurring together as Sophia's body built toward a crescendo. Her eyes, still closed, rolled backward, her eyelids fluttering like butterfly wings as her orgasm hit her like a hurricane.

As the storm of her orgasm subsided, Sophia's body slackened, her muscles releasing their tension like a puppet whose strings had been cut. The dildo slipped from her grasp, coming to rest beside her on the bed, its silicone surface glistening with a subtle sheen. Her eyes, still closed, felt heavy, as if weighted down by the exhaustion that followed in the wake of her climax. Her chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths, the only sound in the room the soft rustle of the bedspread beneath her.

Her fingers, still curled into claws, slowly relaxed, releasing their grip on the mattress and her gaze drifted to the clock on her nightstand, the digital display flashing 6:48. A soft hum of the central air conditioning unit kicked in, casting a faint whisper over the room. She closed her eyes, letting the gentle whir calm her nerves, and slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. The bedspread, still bunched from her grasp, slid down her calves, releasing a faint rustle.

Her feet dangled in the air, toes curled over the edge of the bed frame, as she took a deep breath, feeling the aftereffects of her orgasm still resonating within her. Sophia realized she needed to use the bidet to clean her pussy and as the water hit her pussy she let out a soft sigh, the warm liquid soothing her sensitive skin. She adjusted the temperature and pressure, the gentle caress of the water a welcome respite from the intensity of her previous climax. The bidet's gentle hum filled the air, a soft white noise that seemed to lull her senses, and she closed her eyes, letting the water wash away the lingering tremors of her orgasm.

Sophia touched up her makeup applied some perfume and put on the yoga shorts that she had thankfully taken off before they could get soaked by her excitement. With 7 minutes left to get to Tomas's home gym she knew she would be right on time.