Women Seeking Women #23 - Scene 1

She straddles the arms of the chair, heels locked on the edge, hips tilted so everything shows. The phone keeps recording. Every wet sound gets caught. She spreads wider, fingers sinking deep, three at once, then watches the screen with that half-lidded stare that says she’s already gone. The recording light stays on. On purpose. Her free hand circles her clit fast, then slow, catching the exact angle that makes her thighs shake. She grinds down hard enough to tip the chair legs. Doesn’t stop when they scrape. She drags the screen closer, lets it catch the moment she breaks—teeth biting her lip, cunt clenching around her knuckles, the sharp little pulse that jumps in her stomach. The room’s quiet except for her breathing and the slick slap of skin. By the time the camera cuts she’s still moving, still open, like she wants the clip to end right there, proof she came like someone was watching.