Sybil A in Through The Lines
It’s the middle of the afternoon, and Sybil should be working, but the urge to satisfy herself is too strong to ignore. Squeezing her stiff nipples, hiking up her skirt to run her fingertips over her moistening groove – her own touch is more familiar to her than any lover’s, and it’s something she can always make time for. Who cares if she has to rush to finish her work later… the tingling afterglow between her thighs and the lingering aroma of her own pleasure on her fingers tells her it was worth every moment.
