Relief

Day one hundred and one
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 it's 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