Thick fingers roll her dark nipples between them as she leans back against the headboard, glasses slipping down her nose. The white cotton of her tee clings to her sweat-damp chest while she pinches harder, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She tugs at the stiff peaks until they stand out dark against her pale skin, her thighs pressing together as if trying to ease the ache building between them. Glasses slip further down her face as her spine curves, mouth parting in a silent cry. Her free hand slides under the hem of her shirt, fingers digging into soft flesh as she works her own tits like they’re the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
