Jennifer was deeply embarrassed, but more than anything stressed out. She plopped herself onto her bed as she stared at the ceiling. How could she have let her sketchbook get discovered so easily. Jennifer felt so dumb to have it mess up so fast.
As she stared at the ceiling throughout the night her mind flickered back to her sketchbook, images flashed before her eyes, and soon the worries of school life faded away.
Slowly reaching her hand underneath her pajamas, she began to gently use her explore her bushy mound. As she began to rub her fingers against her labia, Jennifer used her other hand to grab her chest on instinct, however there was nothing to grab, but she found use as she circled her nipple. Soon Jennifer was lost in lust as she began to masterbate, the thoughts of her degenerate drawings flowing through her head. Jennifer gasped as she came to an orgasm, her toes curling from the sensation. She wished things would just magically get better as she fell asleep, any responsibilities she had fallen to the side that night.