She tries her best...

Her other hand grabbed a hairbrush off her nightstand, and she quickly inserted the handle between her shaking lips. Her breaths were deep gasps for air now as her whole body shook in anticipation after a long day of yearning for release. In an attempt to control her moans, she snatched a belt off the table and bit down on the leather. Now free, she returned her other hand to furiously rubbing her swollen pussy while she pumped the plastic hairbrush handle in and out.

It was starting now; she could feel a rush spreading across her body as her muscles tightened, preparing for an orgasm unlike anything she had felt before. Her teeth bit down hard; her breaths were now deep pants through her nose. Her body was like a bowstring pulled tight, a breath away from exploding out. A moment passed, but no release. Her eyes widened. She felt fear sink in. Something was wrong with her, some kind of block was keeping her teetering right on the edge of release, letting her body fill with anticipation but pulling her back a millimeter before she could finish.