Lora Cross Wet Self Diddle Breakdown

Lora Cross is at new job at one of the most cutthroat firms in the city, and the pressure is already eating her alive. Her inbox is overflowing, her boss won’t stop breathing down her neck, and the rumors of layoffs swirl through the office like dildos in a lesbian dorm. Her hands won’t stop shaking as she grabs her water—and in one clumsy moment, she soaks herself like a pussy in front of an NFL team. The cold splash against her skin sends a jolt straight to her core, and suddenly, she’s not just anxious—she’s aching.

Her clothes peel off in a frantic daze—shirt clinging to her perfect, round tits, nipples already stiff and tingling, her thighs trembling as she realizes just how soaked she already is. The stress hasn’t gone away; it’s just transformed into raw, pulsing arousal. She sinks into her chair, one hand trailing down her belly, the other teasing a nipple, moaning softly as her fingers slide between her folds. She needs this release more than anything—and she’s going to give herself exactly what she deserves: her own puss.