Overworked Ladys Wicked Pleasures

The overworked lady sat in her wornout chair, exhausted from days of laborious tasks and sleepless nights.Her hair hung in frizzy tangles, and sweat dripped down her forehead as she took a deep breath, desperately trying to clear her mind.As she closed her eyes, she could feel the throbbing of her clit, craving release.She glanced at her watch and noticed it was almost time for her evening ritual, something she looked forward to after a long day.Slowly, she began undressing, peeling off her layers of clothing until she stood naked before the mirror.She admired her reflection, taking in the soft curves of her hips and breasts, the toned muscles of her legs and arms.The thought of a man exploring every inch of her body sent shivers down her spine.She reached for her vibrator, feeling the smooth plastic texture against her skin.Turning it on, she slipped it inside herself, feeling the sensation travel through her body like an electric current.She closed her eyes once again and let herself drift away, imagining the hands of a skilled lover caressing her skin, their mouths trailing down her neck and breasts.As the vibrations intensified, her clit swelled, pulsating with need.Her fingers flew to her nipples, pinching and twisting them as she came harder than she ever had before.Her moans filled the room, a testament to the pleasure she felt.Exhausted but satisfied, the overworked lady collapsed onto her bed, smiling as she reveled in the wicked pleasures that awaited her each night.