Netflix & Chill? More Like Netflix & Fuck!

On one of those lazy afternoons, I just lounged on the couch. The TV was on, but nothing really held my attention. I flicked through Netflix, but honestly? No movie was even remotely hot enough—so I decided to start my own show. In just my underwear and a loose shirt, I felt boredom slowly transform into something entirely different. My fingers first casually played with my belly, but then they wandered higher, tracing over my breasts through the fabric. My shirt slowly slid up… I pulled it over my head and left my upper body completely naked. My nipples were hard and sensitive to every touch. I massaged them, bit my lip, and noticed how wet I already was down below. So my hands slid deeper… over my belly, under my panties. I began to slowly stroke myself—first gently, then increasingly more demanding. My breathing grew heavy, my legs spread unconsciously. I imagined you watching me. How you’d see exactly how I’m opening myself up to you… how much I enjoy it. And then I let go completely—loud, wet, uninhibited. No movie on Netflix could have satisfied me like that. But at least I could watch you do it! Press Play… if you can handle it