More than ever she was thinking about consummating the lust she had felt for the horses back in the stable behind the house.

Tamara continued to flick her finger across her love button until she was sure that her orgasm was over.

Her muscles were so tensed, and she was trembling so furiously, that she feared she would hurt herself.

But then all of her muscles relaxed at the same time and she collapsed on the bed.

She could feel the ecstasy of her come being replaced by the warm contentment of her afterglow.

She found that she was able to breathe again, and completely filled her lungs with air the second that she was physically capable.

Tamara could hear her racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal, and her hot sweat began to cool.

She finally opened her eyes and realized that she had to blink a couple of times before she could see clearly.

This was because her eyes had welled slightly with tears during her orgasm. They were tears of joy.

Tamara could tell that the course of her life had been changed forever by the pure act of self-abuse.

She could tell that her obsession with sex and her own desires was going to be even more of a problem now that she knew how good it could make her feel.

Even though Tamara was in awe of the mind-boggling eruption she had caused in her cunt, she still knew – deep down inside – that the real thing would be much better.

The pretty little blonde with the flushed sweaty face knew that being touched had to feel a thousand times better than touching herself.

It took her a few minutes to compose herself.

Her hand was still resting on the soaking wet delta between her legs.

She felt as if she could drift off into a marvelous sleep.

Tamara pulled her wet hand away from her cunt and raised it to her face.

She could see in the sunlight shining through the window how wet and shiny her masturbating fingers had become.