She did order it extra hot...

As she continued to frantically slam three fingers in and out of her over heated pussy, she brought her other hand down from tweaking her nipples, to toy with her clit.

By now, she had drenched her sweatpants, making them cling to her, leaving a clear outline of her hands as they moved underneath.

The TV had switched off long ago, and all that could be heard in the appartment was the sounds of wet slapping and desparate moans.

Twisting in pleasure, she thrust her hips into the air, hearing the sound of wet fabric peeling away from her skin

''NNgggh, fuckkkk. Need to.... Stoooohhp'' She began to pull her hands away, as another wave of orgasm ripped through her, making her even wetter, and causing her to tumble off the couch in a twitching mess.

She rolled onto her back, hands moving more desperately than before. She was consumed in the pleasure, laying on the floor staring up at the ceiling

''Noohh, nghh'' With great effort, she managed to pull her hands away, lifting her hips and sliding her hands underneath, before dropping back down on top of them.

With her hands behind her back, she started to take deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

''Ugh, what a mess'' She said, glancing down at her pants and then at the couch. Both soaked from her activities

''How am I so fucking wet'' She said, feeling her pussy still dripping.

''And how am I so fucking hornyyyyy, fuckkk!'' Shifting her attention back to her pussy only made her situation worse though. As she could feel the intense need to play with herself start to overwhelm her thoughts again.

''Nuh, uh, no. Okay, deep breaths'' She steadied herself and tried to focus on anything other than her arousal

''Okay, laundry, taxes, baseball, hunky baseball players with huge... no, not baseball. Grocery shopping, huge cucumbers shaped just like... Oh fuck me!'' Every moment she tried to resist the pleasure was agony, as she could feel every thought quickly overwhelmed with sheer lust. She began thrusting her hips against the air as the pleasure coarsed through her

As quickly as she could on her shaky legs, she stood up, dropping her soaked pants on the tiled floor and walking toward the bathroom. She moved as carefully as she could, making sure to keep her arms above waist level and well away from her chest.

Still, as she passed the kitchen she stumbled and had to steady herself by leaning on the edge of a table. She couldn't help but grind her crotch against the edge of the table for a moment, closing her eyes as another wave of pleasure assaulted her senses.

She managed to stop herself, grinding against the table one last time before continuing toward the bathroom. Clenching her thighs together every few steps