I Couldn't Wait—Fingered Myself Against the Wall

I couldn't wait any longer after locking the door behind me, the day's tension pooling hot between my thighs as I backed up against the cool brick wall in the garage. My fingers trace the edge of my belt, unbuckling it slowly while I arch my back, the lace top hugging my tits just right, making my nipples harden against the fabric. I need this release now, owned by the ache that's been building all afternoon. I slide my hand lower, popping the button on my denim shorts, gasping as the zipper gives way and my fingers dip inside, circling my slick clit. The cross necklace sways with my hips grinding against my palm, whimpers escaping my lips—I'm so wet, dripping already, chasing that edge right here where anyone could walk in, but fuck, I need to cum hard against this wall.