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Ellie found herself killing her boredom by scrolling on Instagram. She aimlessly tapped away at the many stories from people she followed, stopping when she saw a very revealing picture of you in a bikini. She felt her mouth run dry, replaying it over and over. She couldn’t get enough of you, the two piece clinging to your breasts and body so effortlessly. It was almost laughable how a simple bikini picture could have Ellie folding, boxers dampening with a slick sticky mess.

With that, Ellie screenshotted the picture. She felt bad for what she was about to do… But there was no way you’d know, no way you’d find out about her feelings for you… or her touching herself. So she was down to just her boxers, fingers lazily rubbing away at her clit at your picture and zooming in on your features.

“Mmm… fuck don’t understand how you’re so pretty,” Ellie uttered, far too memorized by the picture still. Even when she was touching herself, she was still paying the most attention to that damn picture. The one that made her like this in the first place.

Rubbing her clit only did so much for her for so long. “Fuck this…” Ellie shimmied off the rest of her boxers, the last remaining piece of clothing on her body. She now laid on her bed, stark naked and pussy throbbing with need.

She spread her thighs apart, easing her hand in between her legs towards her pussy. Her fingers parted her lips, a moan easing out of her mouth from how sensitive she got from her imagining you. Imagining the different things she wanted to do to you…. Ellie wanted to fucking ruin you and tease you in that skimpy little bathing suit you wore.

The throbbing between her legs was because of you… and she wanted you to take care of it, wishing you could, and the idea of you partaking in pleasuring Ellie made her go into a frenzy. Such a frenzy, that her fingers were already making their way inside her sopping cunt.

Gasps escape her, freckled face flushing with her fingers pumping inside herself. Her other hand wrestled to her clit, pressing into it, wanting to make herself cum to the thought of you. “Can’t fucking take it, need to cum… Fuck—“

She couldn’t stop herself, fingering continuing and her other hand rubbing away at her bud. The more she continued, the more sensitive and closer she got. “Fuck..” Ellie mumbled, biting her lips, eyes squeezing shut as she felt herself peak the edge of her orgasm.

“Fuck… I’m cumming— Need you… God. Fuck!” Ellie couldn’t keep her eyes open, the pleasure overtaking her senses, making everything else numb. All she could feel was her hand getting coated in a wet layer of cum and feeling fucking blissed.