Katie needs to cum

Katie arches her back as her fingers slide between your thighs, the slickness already dampening her fingertips. The sting from Richard's smacks persists, sending little tremors through her body each time she moves. Katie imagines his face above her, his strong jaw tight with concentration as he reddened her skin. The way his cock twitched against her leg afterwards. Katie gasps as her middle finger finds her clit, rubbing slow circles as she lets her mind replay the scene.

The shower turns on in the other room. Water rushing down. Steam beginning to seep under the door. Katie spreads her legs wider, hooking one over the edge of the bed as she adds another finger.

Her fingers plunge inside, the stretch welcome, the slickness between her thighs becoming even more pronounced as she pushes them deeper. Katie bites her lip as her free hand moves to her breast, kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. She imagines Richard walking into the bathroom, steam rolling across his broad chest, his damp skin glistening under the harsh bathroom lights. She imagines him leaning against the counter, watching her through the mirror as she touches herself.

Katie arches her back, fingers curling inside her as her thumb rubs rapid circles on her clit. She lets out a moan, deep and needy, and for a second, she imagines it's Sarah watching her instead. katies mind imagines her husband walking in then and kissing Sarah. Slowly stripping her clothes off as Katie rubs herself.

The fantasy takes hold as her fingers work faster, her hips bucking wildly. In her mind, Richard pins Sarah against the bathroom counter, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her larger breasts. Katie imagine her moaning, head tipping back as his mouth finds her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Katie pictures her pushing against him, fingers tangled in his damp hair as he grinds his erection between her thighs.

The image sparks something in her, and she presses her fingers deeper inside, curling them just right as she rubs faster over her clit. Her breathing hitches, Katies free hand pinching her nipple harder, rolling it between her fingers as her body tenses.

Katies back arches and she lets out a low long moan as her pussy spasms around her fingers. Her breathing degraded to short, choppy gasps of air. She slams her thighs shut around her fingers still buried deep inside her own body.

Eventually Katies orgasm fades and she releases her clenched thighs around her hand. she pulls her fingers out of her, looking at the sticky mess on her ring and middle finger. without thinking she brings her fingers to her lips tasing herself with a satisfied sigh. After fully recovering she puts on a pair of panties and a big t-shirt heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.