Accept it

Kate, her curiosity and a trace of nervous excitement compelling her, bit her lip and pressed the "Accept" button on Oliver's follow request. Almost immediately, her own request to follow him was granted. She revisited his profile, her gaze drawn to the images that painted a portrait of his life.

Her perusal unveiled a collection of photos, many of them featuring Oliver shirtless, his physique a testament to dedication and fitness. Kate couldn't help but appreciate the sculpted lines of his body, admiring the aesthetic prowess of his physical form.

Scrolling further, she stumbled upon another facet of his creative world—pencil sketches that captured the human form in all its vulnerability and beauty. Each sketch depicted a naked woman, posed in various states of grace and sensuality. Kate couldn't deny the skill evident in his artwork, but the subject matter left her contemplative, an enigma waiting to be unraveled.

She set aside her phone as a fierce heat grew between her legs. She moved a hand inside her pyjamas and tugged her underwear aside. The fabric was slightly wet and she used her middle finger to part her lips, sliding it inside her to explore how turned on she had become. She spread her pussy and dipped a second finger inside, drawing them out and trailing the moisture over her clit, circling it slowly.

As she worked on her clit, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The curve of her bum, her parted legs slightly bent at the knee, her gaping mouth trying to stifle cries of excitement; all of this only made her pleasure herself more frantically.

"Aaaahh... FUCK!" she moaned loudly as she came hard. Violent surges of pleasure shot through her as she clenched her teeth and pulled her fingers from her throbbing pussy.

Eventually, the intensity subsided. She drew her hand away from her lips as her breathing levelled off.