She can't take it anymore, she needs relief

She wasn't going to last much longer like this. She went into a stall and closed the door, closed the toilet lid, and before she could take off her pants, she saw Tikki flying through the door, the cookie already eaten. Before she could ask her to leave her, she gave her a calm smile, although she swore she saw amusement in her eyes.

"I'll wait for you to finish."

She hid in her bag and remained silent.

Marinette's cheeks were red, and she thought a little more about whether to continue, but she couldn't take it anymore. She yanked her pants down, biting her lip at the sight of her thighs glistening with her fluids and her soaked pink panties. As she removed them, she embarrassedly saw several sticky threads of her fluid connecting the fabric to her pussy.

Trying to ignore that, and that Tikki was surely going to hear her, she sat on the toilet seat, spread her legs as far apart as her pants and panties at the ankles would allow, and brought her right hand to her much-needed pussy. The moment her fingers caressed her swollen red labia, slightly parted and showing her pink, wet interior, a moan of pleasure left her lips, muffled by her free hand. She inserted two fingers and stroked her clitoris with her thumb, shuddering with ecstasy.

She moved her fingers quickly, in and out, caressing her inner walls while her thumb massaged the small pleasure button. Stars burst into her vision as pleasure flooded her brain. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, suppressing her moans as best she could with her hand. The longed-for climax built quickly inside her, it was only a matter of time before she reached it.