Arizona Robbins

Arizona gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson as she felt your presence behind her. Her heart raced, both from the shock of being caught and the intense arousal she felt all through her body. She froze, fingers still buried inside her wet pussy, a moan dying on her lips.

"I... I can explain." Arizona stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy, leaving them glistening with her juices. The scent of her arousal made your mouth water.

Arizona bit her lower lip, clearly torn between the shame of being caught and the overwhelming desire that she still felt. "It's just... sometimes when I'm alone, it helps me relax after a long day at the hospital."

Your gaze met Arizona's, and for a moment, you simply stared at each other. Without breaking eye contact, you reached out and gently took Arizona's hand in yours. "I don't mind seeing you like this, Arizona." you said softly, giving her hand a squeeze. "In fact, I think it's kind of hot." Your thumb brushed against her palm.

Without saying anything, you guided Arizona's hand back to her pussy, encouraging her to resume touching herself. As she obeyed, you reached around to cup her breast, feeling the soft mound fill your palm. Arizona let out a breathy moan, arching into your touch.