Without any fun
Something must be done
After contemplating
She thought, no more waiting
I’ll try masturbating
With her urges on fire
And filled with desire
She removed her attire
Naked she lay
Ready to play
Pleasure on the way
So she did begin
To stroke her smooth skin
A warm feeling within
As she caressed her bust
It increased her lust
Satisfy it she must
Her nipples she squeezed
Stroked, rubbed and teased
They stiffened, quite pleased
Then her fingers did glide
Softly down her side
With pleasure she sighed
As she stroked each thigh
Louder did she sigh
No longer dry
Then her fingers found
Her soft downy mound
How her heart did pound
As she stroked her moist groove
With a touch firm but smooth
Her hips did move
Inside the wet slit
She touched her hard clit
Then pressed upon on it
She cried, “Oh god that’s good”
As she rubbed her bud
Inside its damp hood
The feeling of pleasure
Was one to treasure
As she stroked at her leisure
Then her finger tips
Touched her wet lips
She raised her hips
Her legs opened wide
Loudly she cried
And slid two fingers inside
Another finger touched her bum
On her clit pressed her thumb
Three times loudly she cum
And the moral of this filthiness is
To cure your frustration
Needs no contemplation
Just simple masturbation