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Paint Me A Picture

mastrubation wonderway 2018-02-26

“get ice, fill a bucket, bring it back to the room.” Smiling wide, she reached into the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. If Chloe was honest, it had brought her better awareness of her womanhood, of where and how to touch herself, of how to have more control over her self-induced orgasms, and the nuances in his voice and silent pauses had become easier to read. “Has your day been wonderful?” Chloe heard the smile in his voice. The unexplainable immense desire to please him, to gain that acceptance, had Chloe questioning things she did throughout the day, wondering if he would approve. Reaching up, Chloe slid two fingers into her mouth. She reached into the glass and curled her fingers around a couple pieces of ice.

What I think about when I masturbate - Part 1 Almost drowned

mastrubation Quiteshygirl 2018-02-19

I suddenly come to the surface, and gasp for breath, but then another wave pulls me under. I feel myself being dragged along the sea bed, and realise that my bikini panties are being pulled down by the motion. Eventually I find the strength to pull myself to me feet, and begin to slowly pick my way across the rocks, trying to get back to the beach. I get to my feet and begin walking, totally naked, past all the people on the beach. I hear a man call out, “Lovely tits.” I cover my breasts with my arms, but I know that all the men are staring at my private parts now, and can see my shaved pussy clearly as I walk past.

Alone again naturally

mastrubation Ghost 2018-02-15

If you fight further your thoughts turn to bouncing breasts, erect nipples, panties, long legs ending at a tight round ass, or a spread ready pussy. It will show just the right face, hair, body, and clothes to make me stiffen just a bit further and slide off my briefs. I look at the girl in "just the right" picture, her breasts, her legs, her round ass, her peach-shaped pussy. The pulse of the first wad is like ambrosia—I can feel it move up my shaft and exit from the tip of my penis with a wet spurt. The release of orgasm is wonderful and mind clearing—at least until the next girl moves just right, or shows a flash of panties under her skirt and the process begins anew.

I knew I was being watched.Why didn't I do an

mastrubation sexygirl1991 2017-11-18

I was about 15 when this happened.As you heard in my other story,My parents were always out of town on business trips.I usually stayed home either by myself or with my older b*****r.There was this man.He looked about 30 and he was one of my dad's friends.He'd come over to check on me and my b*****r everyonce in a while.But i remeber,I was undressing in my room.I had just came back from the tennis court (i played tennis then) and i was getting ready for a shower.I usually undress,then look for my clothes before getting in.I was sliding off my skirt.I glanced over to my half-opened window and saw someone looking.It was about 9 @ night,I though i was hallucinating.So i shrugged it off and continued undressing.I heard light moans from outside,Like the guy was jerking off to me.I looked again.No one was there.I continued,sliding off my laced boyshorts and throwing them into my dirty clothes bin.I knew I was being watched.I didn't do anything about.Why?