However, a special place in this list is occupied by my own bed, where almost all fantasies are born, and where they find their realization. Most often, I masturbate in bed at night, before going to bed, when imagination is tormented by its unbridledness and infinity, and then various improvised means available in the house in unlimited quantities are used: deodorants (from the thinnest, who has now found shelter in my new house, to such a big one that you would be surprised how it fits into me at all), clothespins (the strongest ones I could find), a mechanical pencil (not as sharp as a needle, therefore the range of its application with one's own hand is wider), etc. ., etc.
The action begins with the fact that I quietly turn on the music, take everything that can come in handy to me, and put it next to the bed. There is no light. I lay down and, despite the fact that the room is hot (and over time it will get even hotter), I am covered to the waist with a blanket. I like it so. After talking with you, I’m already at the limit, the excitement keeps growing and requires an exit ...
I put my hand down - to where all the nerve endings converge, where I seem to be all of myself, turned into thirsty, insatiable, lustful flesh. The finger barely touches the hair in the lower abdomen, between the legs, but the warmth coming from inside is already felt. I press my finger harder, touch the skin where the entrance to my tender womb lies. How everything is wet, slippery and hot! I’m a little - just a little bit - immerse my finger inside, and as if an electric discharge pierces me from the lower abdomen - to the chest - to the lips - and back to the lower abdomen and, spreading fire all over the body, comes back and concentrates at one point inside, somewhere at the level of the pubis, sending waves of painful pleasure. sexytales From this fluid inside me becomes even more, and it gradually spreads a wet spot on the sheet under me. It's nice...
My finger is all wet from my juice, I want to immerse it in myself or touch above to feel a sharp prick of pleasure, but I can’t tolerate it and don’t do it, hold back, although my whole body craves affection. Instead, I spend the wet finger on the inside of one thigh, then the other ... I return, I dip myself in myself, smear moisture on the swollen lips, slightly opening them with both hands, dip my finger again and now I pass them on the inside of the big lips, slightly touching at the same time small ...
The closer I get to the very center of pleasure, the more often the heart beats ... Flames in my stomach ... Nipples languish in the desire to be clenched, squeezed, kissed, licked, bitten ... punctured ... This desire and wild excitement gradually turns into flour, into torture, causing physical pain, burning with its dissatisfaction from the inside ... This desire and wild excitement gradually turns into flour, into torture, causing physical pain, burning with its dissatisfaction from within ...
Imagination adds fuel to the fire, and obscene scenes rush one by one before our eyes ... Here we are on the floor in your apartment, an attack of passion caught us so suddenly that we did not have time to get to bed. My legs are pulled up and wide apart. You furiously fuck me, entering with sharp and rough jolts into one hole, then into another, causing animal moans and chest spasms ...
Here I am on my knees, your big, hard cock in my mouth. My eyes are closed, my hair is disheveled ... You take my head with both hands and start planting in my mouth so deeply that I can barely breathe until hot, spicy sperm with a sudden jet hits my throat ...
Here I am on my bed with my hands tied behind my back, tied so tightly and tightly that they almost dislocated. I feel uncomfortable and painful, and the nasty little word slurs recklessly from the lips ...
This is your cruel, cunning, mocking look! One of your hands instantly weighs me a juicy slap in the face and drops with a sharp movement, grabbing me between my legs and pressing me to the bed. In your other hand, out of nowhere, there appears a thin, long needle. Her tip rests on the left nipple. Second, - the rapid pressure and hellish pain, and the needle at half its length bites into the fully nipple excited. I try to pour out with a cry, to save myself from pain, but you, knowing this, immediately squeeze my mouth with my hand, and all my pain with unbearable pleasure rushed down. Knowing this, you begin furiously fucking me with your hand - the one that you had only pressed to the bed before - first thrusting one finger into me, then two, and finally three, with its cruel, chaotic movements making me even more painful. I can neither sigh nor shout ...
The room begins to swim before my eyes at the moment when the sweetest orgasm shakes my tortured body ...