I was wearing only a soft red top. I parted my curly hair from a bun. Tremors of excitement swept through my body, the drums in my head echoing in the heartbeat, and I held a hot fire in my lap. My legs carried me lightly, almost alone. I felt full of energy like never before. The power wanted out, it really wanted out of me, and I experienced incredible joy, which at the same time mixed with a feeling of dissatisfaction, despair. I was looking forward to the moment when the joy prevailed, and that was during my masturbation. What a beauty.