Plays by herself

Lisa's face fell as Bill denied her request. She pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a petulant expression. "Aww, come on," she whispered, trying to persuade him.

But Bill was already yawning and rubbing his eyes. "I'm tired, Lisa. Can we do this another time?" he said sleepily...

Lisa huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. Fine. She'd just have to take matters into her own hands.

Bill stumbled off to the bedroom, leaving Lisa alone in the living room. As soon as he closed the door behind him, she let out a soft sigh of frustration.

She glanced around the dimly lit room before settling onto the couch cushions. Her fingers began to wander down between her legs...

As she stroked herself through her panties, Lisa felt a rush of pleasure wash over her body. The rain outside seemed to grow louder...

Lisa's fingers danced across her panties, the soft fabric no match for her growing arousal. She closed her eyes and let out a slow breath as she began to stroke herself.

But something was missing. Something to make it all feel more real.

She reached for the remote control and scrolled through the channels until she found what she was looking for: a porn video playing softly on the TV screen.

The sounds of moaning and heavy breathing filled the room as Lisa settled back into the couch cushions. Her eyes locked onto the screen, watching as two bodies writhed together in passion.

As she continued to masterbate, Lisa felt herself getting lost in the fantasy unfolding before her. The rain outside seemed to fade away, replaced by the pounding of blood in her ears – or maybe it was just her own heartbeat racing with excitement... suddenly, her phone notifications went off stating she got a text message.