The masturbation continues

Jessica is reaching her boiling point. One hand groping a breast, the other she has raised to her face, sucking on a gloved finger. She has stood up and raised her vagina against the edge of her chair's armrest, softly rubbing herself against it. Her craving for the insertion of dick has increased. She needs that special something to feel the void. If only her honey bunny would fuck her day and night, but alas she has no one to make her explode as Roger did in their early days.

Sucking on her finger, lavishing it with her tongue, imagining a gnome, a goblin, something fucking her mouth. Still kneading one of her jugs, Jessica imagines someone rough, standing to the side, massaging her boobs. Massaging her, getting them ready for a nice tit fucking, something she misses doing. Jessica then moves onto sucking on all fingers, them wet and ready for her empty crevice, that can't be fully satisfied with the armrest. Backing away from her chair, Jessica plunges a wet finger into her pussy, pacing her fingering. Now with her hand, once massaging her boobs, holding onto her desk, she increases her fingering, imagining someone down below ravaging her unused pussy.

Jessica can feel it! Her climax is coming. She puts two more fingers in, rapidly pushing into her folds, her imagination running wild. Various scenarios entering her head, some of her and her darling, but many of her with other men or women. Scenarios of her cuddling with a new love, someone using her as a slut, eating pussy, scenarios to occupy her mind as she reaches her orgasm.

"AH." Jessica moans out, climaxing with her juices flowing down her fingers, letting go of her desk and falls down to the floor. Panting, Jessica than feels empty. "Not enough," she mutters angrily. She needs real sex. Masturbation just doesn't cuts it anymore like before.