Touching myself to the thought of you Moaning, whimpering, screaming. Creating a symphony that wears your name. Still breathless, clit pulsating, legs shaking. My mind is still blurry, I still feel the bliss of my orgasm when I press send.

🫠🫠🫠

As a musician, this touches me on so many levels. ❤️❤️❤️ Beautifully written, Ella.

Vivid!