Maria gets some fun of her own

I lay in my single bed in my basement quarters. My room is tiny compared to one of their massive suites. Usually I lie here and think about how that might be me one day, when I finish my studies, but tonight I'm just thinking about one thing. Hannah, and messing with her.

As I think about the events of today one hand starts to play with my nipple as the other finds its way between my legs. I stroke myself softly on the outside of my pyjamas for a while. I'm not a lesbian, but something about it feels so good. I absentmindedly let my hands play while I reminisce but I feel an urge to open the app and look at it while I play.

With one hand holding the app and the other making its way below my waistband I start to picture Hannah, three floors higher in her bedroom. I imagine turning the toggle off, and on again and her reaction. I feel so good. Can I cum from this, I wonder?

I don't do this every night, but on some days I do have needs, and today I have lots of needs. I start to fuck myself with my fingers, slowly at first and then faster. As I do it, I picture her reaction to being toggled on and off in succession - the frustration on her face as she's penetrated from behind over and over. She tries to cover her ass, squish it into the bed to stop the phantom insertion, but nothing helps until she give in, helplessly finding comfort leaning over her with her ass in the air, "taking it."

The fantasy alone would have been enough eventually, but realising that my hand was actually tapping the button on my phone, and the thought that it might be happening in real time was what pushed me over the edge.

I had a few seconds to enjoy the bliss before the banging on the door began.