Sue’s Kitchen Counter Masturbation Orgasm

So there I was, right after telling you about my kitchen masturbation thing, and honestly, it all started so casually with me peeling off my green top and that grey lingerie I’d been wearing all day, just leaning against the counter like it was no big deal, but my heart was already racing because I knew what was coming. I hopped up onto the cool granite, the edge pressing into my thighs, and let my fingers wander down, finding that familiar warmth building as I started to tease myself, slow and deliberate, almost like I was trying to draw it out forever. The sensation was this electric mix of soft skin and building pressure, my hips starting to roll against my own touch, and I could feel that flush creeping up my chest as I got lost in the rhythm. Then, out of nowhere, I had this wild urge to turn on the tap, and the second that water hit my slick, hairy pussy, it was like a whole new wave of sensation crashed over me—that warm spray against the most sensitive part of me just sent me spiraling, my breath hitching and my body tensing up until I finally let go, that powerful orgasm washing through me as I gripped the counter for dear life, leaving me completely wrecked and satisfied right there in the middle of my kitchen.