i touched myself thinking of that look in your eyes

Intense yearning fills the air as a beautiful woman lies on her bed, memories of a captivating gaze haunting her thoughts. Her hands explore her body with urgency, tracing curves and teasing sensitive spots. Each touch is a reminder of the hunger still unfulfilled, intensifying her desire. Fingers delve deeper, moving with purpose, as she imagines that look—a mix of raw lust and unspoken promises. Her breaths grow ragged, matching the rhythm of her ministrations. Pleasure builds, his name on her lips, until a wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her flushed and satisfied, but yearning for more.