Instead of crying alone, I masturbate in the bathroom after a breakup

After a heartbreaking breakup, all I could think of was my ex. Overwhelmed with emotions, I found myself in the bathroom, alone and yearning for his touch. Instead of drowning in my sorrow, I decided to take matters into my own hands. As I undressed, the reflection of my natural, bountiful tits and perfectly shaved, inviting pussy caught my eye. Unable to resist, I began to pleasure myself, my hand exploring every inch of my hot, hairless body. The thought of my ex watching me only fueled my desire further. I imagined his eyes on me, watching as I brought myself to the brink of ecstasy. My moans echoed in the empty room as I continued to touch myself, my fingers dancing over my shaved pussy, driving me wild. With a final gasp, I climaxed, my body convulsing with pleasure. The release was intense, leaving me spent and satisfied. As I cleaned up, a strange sense of peace washed over me. Maybe this breakup wasn't so bad after all.