The Beauty Within: your porn tube

“your porn tube” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “your porn tube” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “your porn tube” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “your porn tube”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “your porn tube” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.