She took off her clothes and started dousing herself with gasoline. Her hands travelled through her breasts leaving a moment to play with her nipples, down her hips, between her lower lips. She rubbed an oily liquid into her skin, savoring sweet smell, the smell of her so desired death.

A lighter trembled in her hands. She would cum if she touched herself even for a moment, but the feeling she was pursuing was way better then a simple orgasm. A cliсk. Scream flooded the room merging with a roar of flames. Her body arched out, devoured by ultimate pleasure.