Lynn finally gets a chance to fuck herself senseless!

Lynn ran.

Even though she was naked, sweaty and horny enough to fuck a table, Lynn ran. Her hair whipped behind her in a whirlwind. Her modest breasts with their tiny nipples dripped with sweat. Her legs burned and ached with all the running, but not nearly as fiercely as the place between her thighs.

All the frustration, all the tension, all the embarrassment of the last few hours had built up inside her, and it demanded release. Lynn was running not just from the scene of her crime at the booth, but to the scene of an entirely new one.

Lynn rounded a hallway corner and saw an old closet bursting with merch. Specifically, plushies. Plushies from every silly TV show, internet fad and video game she could think of were spilling off the racks. Worst of all, the door didn't even have a latch; the padlock that should have been there in place of a handle had been taken off so the display workers could carry the plushies out faster.

"Oh, I don't care!" Lynn cried out. "You'll do!"

She threw herself inside the closet and slammed the door as tight as she could get it without a latch, threw herself on the pile of plushies and plunged her hands between her legs in desperate need.

Lynn let out a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy as she touched the dripping heat between her thighs. She rocked back and spread her legs as far as they would go, parting the swollen lips of her sex in eager anticipation of being filled.

Lynn plunged three fingers inside her tight snatch and fucked herself harder than she ever had before.

She thrust in and out faster and faster, spilling her slick arousal all over her thighs as her hips bucked wildly. With her free hand she gripped her breast and squeezed so tight she left deep red marks on her soft skin.

Needing even more, Lynn tweaked her tiny brown nipples with one hand and moved to her waiting clit with the other. Her slick fingers rubbed over her electrified clit at the speed of light, drawing out yet another set of high-pitched squeals.

"Yes!" Lynn cried out, not caring who might hear. "Yes! I'm coming!"

A wave of white-hot passion raced up Lynn's body, starting just below her stomach and ending in an explosion of light behind her eyelids. Her back arched, her toes curled and she gave a shuddering moan as she finally reached her climax in a pool of her own glistening sweat, tears and juices.