My fingers were working on my clit in rapid, unrelenting circles. Pleasure shot through me, licking at my spine and causing my toes to curl. I was close, even with just a few strokes against my clit, I was going to come fast. It was always like this. As soon as I so much as thought of the way Vic looked under her clothes or the things I wanted to do to her, I had this uncontrollable urge to touch myself. But no matter how many times I made myself come, none of it did anything to dampen the need I had for her.
