The more Hazel watched, the hotter and more restless she became.
She had never had a boyfriend, nor any real experience with romance.
From her late teens onward her entire focus had been consumed by her passion… making movies.
Every spare hour went into scripts, cameras, editing, and the relentless drive to create something meaningful.
There had simply been no room left for dating, or for the messy complications that came with it.
Of course she had explored her own body in the quiet privacy of her room.
Late at night, when curiosity and loneliness pressed too hard, she had learned the soft, sensitive places that made her breath catch.
But she had only ever rubbed the outside of her pussy… circling, stroking, chasing the gentle waves of pleasure that left her trembling and a little breathless.
She had never slipped even a single finger inside.
The thought of crossing that final line had always stopped her.
