The air conditioning has died – again. It’s hotter than hell. I would kill to feel something cool on my skin.
I take a cool shower and let the water hit my most tender parts.
I walk across the tiled floor and wish I could lay naked on the floor. Let the hardness push against my flesh. On my stomach, my breasts pushed painfully flat. My cheek pressed into the floor, content with the chill. My arms spread at my sides. My legs open. The coolness seeping into my hot pussy.
The cool air from the fan whispers over my back and ass. I spread my legs a little wider and tilt my ass up. The small breeze glides across my pussy. I shiver. I grind my pussy against the hard floor, feeling the pressure build. The floor assaults my body. My pressure points ache. My body hurts; my pussy throbs.
Beads of sweat mark my face. I am grateful for the fan as the breeze licks my forehead and cheeks. Do I stop and avoid letting the heat continue to build to an unbearable level? Do I continue knowing I will receive release?
“Mommy! We need you!” cry little voices from upstairs.
I shake my head and come back to reality. Damn, it’s hot in here.
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