What if she finds out? Pin her down on the bed to vent my raging desires???? No! Absolutely not! But if not. Then others will know that I, the second class flower of a prestigious university is a slut! Then what to do??? I don’t know! But once again, I was overshadowed by my own desire to be rational. At this time, my brain’s first reaction was my superego (psychology term: Freud’s theory. I’ll have the chance to explain it to you) is really weak. I once again opened the erotic movie I just watched. It is a lesbian movie. Inside the two women entangled together. Love drops were spilled everywhere. Clothes, stockings, bed ¨¨¨¨ like my bottom now. I’m not wearing pants. But wearing a pair of stockings.
I could feel it getting wetter and wetter inside. It drips on the stockings and on the floor. Then I surge my feet to wipe the liquid off the floor. But the feet are wet. It gives off some smell. I wonder if my sisters would have smelled it before when they came back from their study sessions??! I think of this is even more excited! Oh ！！！！ I can’t do it anymore! I’m about to have an orgasm ！！！！ I quickly turn off the computer.
Keep that lust for life and death for yourself. Then calm yourself. Stick a large grease pencil down there. I almost couldn’t control myself when I first put it in. Give myself a hand and keep pumping it in and out. And then until I came. Luckily I controlled myself! Stick it in! Clamp it tight! Then I stood up. Changed out of the half pajamas I had just worn. Changed into a light colored super short scenic skirt. Changed into a pair of fluorescent green very bright stockings. Hee hee hee! Walking down the street like that, I’m sure a lot of people would be seduced by my feet. And at the top of the stockings. I’m holding a grease pencil in the top of my stockings. This is of course invisible to others! But I was so excited ！！！！ The clothes are still conservative ！！！！！！！. Ordinary white dress. Inside is a brightly colored bra.
It’s the kind that falls off when you pull on it. Oh! I’ll see if their eyes are drawn to my legs or my breasts. Oh~~ Just walked out. I can see the eyes of the passers-by start to change. Some want to see but do not dare to see. Some were staring. I took a copy of “Criminal Behavioral Psychology” and held it in front of my chest. Half running, half walking towards the study building. The pen in the hole grinds. I feel it burning and getting hotter. At a run it was vibrating. When I’m almost out of it. I just started walking. And there it was grinding at a very slow pace. That’s when walking. My posture should be similar to being on a catwalk ！！！！！！！！！！！！！.
The ass must be twisting. Come to study hall. Put down the book. Quietly pull out your pen and put it on the counter. Take my place. I then flew out. Go to the study room bathroom. Let loose with a moan. Masturbate vigorously. It shouldn’t be study time yet. There shouldn’t be many people. No one should hear it. ！！！！！！！！！！！！！ Hopefully ！！！！！！！！！！！！！. Thinking about this I got even more excited again. Finally collapsed there. Luckily this is the top floor. And the school is pretty strict about hygiene. My clothes didn’t get dirty at all. But the stockings were sprayed and almost wet. I lifted my feet up. I did a raised one-horse stance. The gushing mouth slowly licked the stockings. Finally, I put my foot in my mouth. Hands certainly didn’t stop. Stroking my own sister. Finally, another orgasm. Oh ¨¨¨¨ Continue to be a good girl. Off to study in the study hall. ¨¨¨¨ Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee ¨¨¨¨
When I’m lost I always stand quietly in this meadow. Looking at the sky. Looking at the moonlight that mesmerizes. When my heart slowly calms down. But often my body is the most restless. Here. It’s not quiet. Because in every corner of this meadow that can accommodate people. There are couples. There is a pair of couples. And even moaning. I was the only one. Standing or sitting alone. Looking at the moonlight. And the thing that doesn’t harmonize with that is the annual report. I’m often approached by people who don’t know what they’re talking about and inquire about me. Some even make a move. I had to change my position or tell them to get lost. Late at night. When no one can bother me. I would find a place. Lie down. Comfort myself with that primal instinct. Running my hands across my cheeks. Sucking on my fingers. And then through that light-colored dress. Without a bra. Just a little light. You can see my light-colored areola. Luckily, there was no one else. All there is is the sound of late night couples moaning and groaning. No one would notice that there was only one person here.
Much less purposely walk by. This is exactly how I enjoy this moment of peace and quiet and not-so-quiet world. The nipples slowly began to harden. As did my lower body. Slowly filling with lewd fluids. And my body was getting hotter and hotter. I was still playing with my breasts. Moving a little here and pinching a little there. Just a light touch. I already felt violent trembling. Even let out a moan. One hand gradually traced across the small of my back. The other but wraps around the head. Putting fingers into my mouth. Instead, my nose smells the odor of my own body. That one disoriented body odor. With the scent of that aphrodisiac perfume bought from the internet. It’s for men to cheat on women. But I’ve been using it to confuse myself. The hand across the belly.
Gently skip the most important part of the clock. Stroke your thighs. Wearing black stockings with suspenders. Giving me smooth and delicate legs. Non-stop stroking. Non-stop stroking over my pussy. I felt it getting wetter and wetter. It’s even starting to drip. The smell was also getting stronger. My consciousness was starting to blur. I wanted to feel even pantsier. My hand took out a needle from my coat pocket. Surge the tip of the needle and prick the nipple. One light and one heavy. One slip of the tongue. The force of the surge was too much. Blood came out. Pain rushed to my brain. But it gave me an orgasm. I screamed out with an “ah”. I looked up alertly. I looked to see if anyone was nearby. I found out. Everyone was minding their own business~ I laughed a little. The needle dropped. I slipped my finger underneath. Stroking gently. Not overstimulating her nor cooling her down.
With each touch. Once again, my raging desire overrode my sanity. One of my fingers went in. Then a second. That was the limit. Slowly thrusting. One finger of the other hand was restless enough to reach into the back hole. The front was pushed up. The finger at the back keeps moving. Slowly reaching the innermost part. The whole finger went in. Then swing it back and forth. Feeling that orgasmic orgasmic orgasmic pleasure from back to front. The hand in front had stopped. Took out the masturbator from the coat pocket. The jumping egg came. Put it in. Turn it on. It pulsed inside restlessly for minutes. In the back and forth. My body keeps swinging. I’m trying to hold back the sound of my orgasm. Because of the jumping egg. One of my hands was free. It was going all over my body.
From time to time add some pressure on the jumper. From time to time soothe my thighs that have become taut with arousal. Add the itchy orgasmic orgasmic pleasure to that silky feeling. Feet stretched out and open. That short scenic skirt seems to be on the verge of bursting. Feet to the body has become a perfect curve. Like a smooth and delicate but crazy snake dance. Sometimes twisting and sometimes straightening. The white moonlight shines on my skin. My eyes should have changed. Become crazy and full of raging desire. I needed it. I need that moonlight to pierce me like an arrow. Take me to the Moon Palace. Dance with Chang’e. Ah ~~~~ ah ~~~~~ couldn’t hold back any longer ~~~~~~ The jumper egg left my body with the jet from my lower body. Skin instantly became hot. It must be red as hell. Ahhhh! ~~ I screamed once more. Body fluids also flowed out of the hole in the back. The beads of sweat all over my body scattered a strange glow under the moonlight. My skin under the moonlight. Like jade fat. White with some redness in it.
But no one will ever see it. I was the only one who danced alone in the moonlight. The weather was so hot and muggy. It was so hot that I felt sick all over. I’m soaked with sweat. The sexy lingerie that I can only see for myself. The original has been transparent backless breasts. Hot and provocative. Now when it gets wet with sweat, it becomes even more transparent. Between that halter tulle. Curve embodied exquisite. Extremely short scenery hemline. Inlaid with layers of folded lace has been completely combined with my body. The pink stockings on my thighs are even more such. They squeezed me really hard. I had to free my body. Get free. The first piece was the obtrusive thong. Sliding my hands slowly down the sides of my body to the straps. Gently pulling her a little. She is this kind of tight.
So much so that I was surprised to feel a pleasurable jolt from my hole in the back as she left. Taking it off. It was only then that I realized that the thong’s heart-shaped chaps were completely soaked. Smelling faintly of sweat. Light and soft she was. Giving me no choice but to press her against my face. Carefully savoring her flavor. Her touch. The next item is of course that sexy lingerie. Compared to that naughty thong. This one was really easy. Pulling the suspenders off both shoulders as soon as they were pulled. She just slid it down with her body. Like a gentle caress. Bringing on an itchy sensation. I couldn’t help but laugh. As she fell to the floor. My feet in pink stockings took off lightly. Jumped out of her circle. Sat on the edge of the bed. And the mirror was there. I reached up with my foot and gently hooked the lingerie on the floor. One pick. Hooked her onto the bed. At the same time I saw in the mirror my own leg that I thought had perfect curves. Made more delicate by the stockings. I held her in my surging arms. Stroked gently. Sniffing. Why do I feel like I’m getting more and more flirtatious. Unfortunately, my sexual orientation is not normal, right ！！！！！！！！！！！！！.
I couldn’t help but sigh. Forget about it just ！！！！！！！！！！！！！. I decided to take a shower in my stockings. I walked in the direction of the bathroom. I paused for a short while as I passed the dresser. I accidentally bumped into the corner of the counter. The corner of the counter seemed to have slammed into my sister on purpose. I let out an “ah”. I tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed and tiptoed. I rubbed my sister against the corner. I realized this. Just put my body forward a little bit. You can put more of your body weight on the corner of the stage that supports your body. It also brings greater orgasmic orgasmic orgasmic pleasure. Ah~mmm~ah~mm~ my screams came out as my body bobbed up and down. I open my tightly closed eyes. Seeing the woman in the mirror wearing pink stockings. Hands rubbing her breasts non-stop. Sluttishly masturbating in this special way. With a happy smile on her face. But in her eyes, there was a look of disbelief that this was what she had done. The scene at that time. It drove me even crazier. With a final yell of “ah”. I collapsed on the floor. And as I collapsed, I lost control. My sister hit the corner of the stage hard. The pain brought even more orgasmic orgasmic orgasmic pleasure. I spasmed on the floor. Hands pressed forcefully on my sister’s place. Feet closed tightly. Jets of water kept spraying on my hands. Then it splashed on the floor and stockings. Hey. I’ll have to mop the floor again later. I can’t stand up anymore.
Ass in the air. On hands and knees. Crawling toward the bathroom. I was like a cat. Like a female cat in heat, I should say. Crawling to the bathroom. And every now and then, I made some moaning sounds. It was hard to get to the bathroom. It was a short walk. For me. It was like a whole century. Dragging my body after orgasm. I slowly rolled into the bathtub. Turned on the shower. Drops of water floated and floated. Drops fell on my body. First my face. Then the shoulders. Then it seemed to mischievously pass by my smooth armpits. Bringing itching and relief. Then following the curves of my body. Sliding and sliding. Crossing over my huge breasts that were a light reddish color after my orgasm. I quietly enjoyed it all. How idle. It was as if I had been cut off from the outside world. I’ve come to my own personal paradise. The paradise that Tao wrote about in his heart. But underneath it all, I have ten minutes of conflict. Because many people ask me why not put some music to set the atmosphere here? My answer is: because then maybe the people outside won’t hear my moans. But I guess the door is so thick. I wasn’t screaming very loud. It would be difficult to hear me. But in this state of mind.
It’s what keeps me in that position of wanting to scream but not daring to. I want to not scream but I can’t help it. And especially this super ambivalence of an idle and quiet mind filled with an unquiet need for my body. It’s the only way to get more excited. The exhaustion of the body leaves with the fine flowing water. And the raging desire stays in the body. The pink stockings because of the water. With my body stick more tightly. I put my feet out of the water. Gushing hands stroked one by one from the toes. Rounded toes. One by one as standard. I thought if the most beautiful toes in the world were 100 minutes. Maybe mine have more than 90 minutes ！！！！！！！！！！！！！. It didn’t live up to the fact that I usually spend so much time taking care of them. The hand moved slowly along the curve of the foot again. The long, thin legs seemed to come to life under the movement of my hands. Seems to have a life. Twitching by itself.
Trembling. Struggling. And the legs closed tighter and tighter. Grinding against each other. The touch of the stockings – delicate and smooth. Plus the activity of the water flow. It all turned into a new source of orgasmic climactic pleasure. I calmed down a bit. Stood up. Took the pre-made ice cubes out of the refrigerator. Then placed my feet on the backrest of the chair. Slowly took off the stocking of one foot slowly. At the moment the stocking left the body. It brought a touch of electricity. I poured the ice into the stocking. Made a rough cylinder. It seemed a bit big. But very much like quite pretty. The pink stockings were white. Much like my stockinged legs. I looked at the cylinder with worry and excitement. It seemed a bit dangerous to put it in my body. But it should be comfortable. ！！！！！！！！！！！！！
Raging desire once again overcame reason. I was back in the water again. Surge that cold rod clock walking on every part of my body. The icy coldness brought electrifying orgasmic orgasmic orgasmic pleasure. At this level of coldness. Maybe it’s the same as a hot fire burning ！！！！！！！！！！！！！.
I can’t stand to be that gentle anymore. I need a more intense crash. The hot fire in my body needs to be cooled down by this popsicle. Thinking about it. I felt the water around me start to boil. Boiling so much that even my heart was encouraged. I don’t want that baby popsicle in the front. I want the back. ！！！！！！ I kneeled down in the tub. With my left hand, I took the popsicle and rubbed it against my hole in the back. The other hand was still traveling all over my body. Hesitated again for a moment. Putting my heart on the line. I moved the ice away from the hole some distance. Hand surging with force. The ice stick was like an icebreaker. Passed through my peripheral defenses with difficulty. Once through the outer defense. The latter was much easier. I went from a kneeling position to a sitting position. The icebreaker riding the waves with the help of my weight. It was already close to a whole inbound. I realized that the human body was so flexible. Surprisingly made to me such incredible things! I felt as if I had put my entire stocking feet into my own body. With the end of this action. I had lost my mind.
All I need now is raging desire. A way to give me an outlet. I clenched the flesh on either side of my hole. Struggled to my feet with this behemoth. Walked out of the bathroom. Came into the living room. I put on a pair of pants. Giving her the pressure that could support the popsicle in my body. Then put on my heels. Walked around the room without stopping. With every step. My ass would shake violently. To cope with the tremendous force on my body due to the vibration of the stick. But the swinging of my ass brought more vibrations. I kept on making bigger and bigger movements. Walking to the mirror. Finally, I couldn’t hold back. Both feet went limp. Surge a clamped thighs position sat down. But this way of sitting brought a new length and width of the annual report to the rod that had already melted a little in my body.
I yelled, “Ahh!” Front front. My front! . I took off my heels in response. The long roots of the heels. Piercing me from the side of my pants. One of my hands frantically pumping the heels. And the other hand kept squeezing the popsicle behind me. The feeling of silk around the popsicle. The hard heel tips of the heels in front. All smelling of myself. I felt like two men. Vigorously taking me to heaven. With a loud scream. My whole body collapsed to the floor. Waiting for the ice to melt. Only then did I finally regain my strength. Looking at the room in a mess. I spat out my tongue. This one was in real trouble. And my precious high heels. I wonder if it will be damaged by this. To buy another pair of these. That’s really hemorrhaging money.
Gym Gym – a synonym for complexity. Here. You can see a myriad of bodies you wish you could see on the street. Convex where it should be convex. Concave where it should be (for the sake of writing.). The gym here is, of course, a women’s gym. To be honest, I’ve never been to a women’s gym. I have never been to a women’s gym. Those who can go to those places are all rich VIPs. (Ai). There they are. Shaking their asses as they please. Shake their breasts. Because here there is no heterosexual that colorful eyes. There’s more of the same-sex jealousy. Except for this. There seems to be nothing more worthwhile than spending two hours of your precious time here every day.
This season is sweltering. That’s something everyone knows. But this weather bothers some people for ten minutes. Some are fat. There are those with special physiques – like me. Not fat but desperately out of water. Tried it once in high school. Went jogging for practice and fainted from dehydration. Scared the teacher so much that she immediately called the school nurse’s office to get something. This time. Supposedly. Our classmates finally saw the legendary ability of his sprinting. It’s really a professionally trained person. That fast. It’s a pity I didn’t have the chance to see it. Just because of this kind of physique. I go to the gym is not to buy water. Take a travel bag by myself. Inside are two big bottles of water (not drinks! Otherwise you’ll gain weight) and then there are 3 sets of clothes to change into – 2 sets of tights. One for swimming. One for swimming and one for wearing back. The one I went in was simply soaked to the skin.
Can’t wear it! And have to wear special gear-guess what???? It’s a tampon. Not for special days. It’s because it gets wet. It’s a pain in the ass if you get your clothes wet! That would be so embarrassing! Some girls ask, “Tampons are weird.” Actually, it’s not. In fact, you get used to it, you will feel very good. Because it can be close to completely forget such a thing. Non-special circumstances will not feel it at all. It’s great. But remember to change it often.
Otherwise something will go terribly wrong with the drop. Back to the point. That’s my full-service outfit for the gym. But it’s actually kind of a pain in the ass some days. Because ah. Gush a few times a day. Other people still think they come every day. There are a lot of machines in the gym. But none of it is what I need. My main task is to come to dance aerobics. Because those machines will be arm ah waist ah legs ah thick. Looking at some of the people in there, it’s really obvious. It’s kind of scary.
There are many kinds of aerobics. I do the more flexible kind. Plus the ones that can practice this. Generally is the gym in the best body (of course, here of course have included the meaning of this lady). This kind of fitness exercise often need to surge a word horse position. To extend their whole body flexibility degree. This action is actually my favorite. But also the most afraid. The reason is very simple. If you have a careful look. Will find my front pants tuned a “non-special circumstances”. And here is the special circumstances. Pull your legs apart.
The hole will naturally surge in force. That’s when the little thing inside will react with pants-on-fire. Even though it’s not a jumping egg. But I could feel it with complete clarity. It was complete in the shape of my body. As my range of motion intensified. Then I can feel the strange friction sensation even more. Especially the moment I sat down. Even though it was already inside me. But the compression of the floor and the compression of my hand as I adjusted my posture. This series of subtle friction.
It became tantalizing. And more so to my own hot body. Even hotter. Even causing me to let out a faint moan. But in such a noisy environment. Plus there were newcomers who screamed in pain because they weren’t used to stretching. It was all carefully covered up.” Sister. You have a nice body.” While I was enjoying this pleasurable torture. A sentence interrupted my thoughts. It turned out to be a sister who was next to me. Actually, she doesn’t look that much older than me. But since she called me that. I’ll call her like that ！！！！！！！！！！！！！.” Thanks for the compliment la. You’re pretty good too, sister. It’s not worse than me.” To be honest. Her figure was really good. Her legs were wrapped in tights. Like something made in heaven. Peaks rippled in front of her chest as she moved. The peaks that could ripple were naturally not small.” Hee hee hee,” she let out a laugh. It seems that this sentence ten minutes by Chung. But I feel a little uncomfortable. Although it is true. But she stopped being polite for a couple of minutes. I’m not happy. I said you really admit it!
I really wanted to add more than one sentence. It’s a lot worse than I am ！！！！ Made a little more. Chatted with her a bit. I feel a bit tired. Forget it. I won’t go swimming today. I’ll just take a shower and go into the steam room. After rinsing for a while. I accidentally forgot about the little thing in my body. I found an empty steam room and went in. But that was the beginning of the end. Laid the foundation. Steam room – as the name suggests. It is filled with steam of a certain temperature. And the steam is still a little hot. It’s like being in a steamer. The steam looks for every weak spot in your body. It goes in. From the outside in. Finally. Body fatigue. Radiating out from the inside out. What an earthly pleasure. As I was enjoying the steam going from every part of my body to the inside of my body. I noticed something wrong. It was that the hole was exceptionally hot. That rolling hotness stimulated me so much that I unconsciously surged my hand and pressed it. I kept rubbing the area near the attached hole.
Saw no one in the steam room. And the door should be pretty soundproof. I just moaned indifferently but in a small voice. It was the tiny tampon that brought me such orgasmic orgasmic orgasmic pleasure. Because it’s cotton. It gets wet easily. And the steam got inside. Gathering. Giving off a lot of heat. This time. I was surprised to feel the heat from the bottom up. Through the belly. Rushing into the brain. Bringing infinite pleasure. I pulled on the threads of the tampon and pulled the little strip out. Surprisingly, I felt a thrusting sensation like masturbation. My brain lost control. The tampon kept pulling out and pressing in. Deeper and deeper at a time. I don’t know why the little tampon gave me so much sensation. Maybe. It’s the patience of not being able to let out a loud moan. Or is wet water and hot little tampon brought orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm pleasure. I’m going to have an orgasm. ！！！！ I restrained myself. Put the tampon on the steam vent. Completely moist. The tampon became moist. More full of heat.
Preparing for the final sprint ！！！！！！ I open the little hole with one hand. With the other hand, I align the tampon. And then. Inserted it quickly. A few thrusts later. I resisted the arrival of the high. Biting my lip. Endured. The last moments ¨¨¨¨ But just then. The door opened. A man walked in. I stopped moving. And the tampon plunged deep. This is my last bit ah ！！！！ I couldn’t hold it in any longer! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Can’t! It can’t be seen and heard by others! Because the steam room is very foggy. It’s hard to see what I’m doing. It’s also hard to see what I’m doing. I just hoped that she would leave soon. Then I could scream with abandon ！！！！ But ！！！！ Her!!! She! Came up to me and said “Let’s have a chat ！！！！！！！！！！！！！” This woman! What’s there to talk about in a steam room! The first time I opened my mouth, I was breathing in through my whole mouth. And nose breathing is so hard ！！！！ I let out a “hmmm”. I hope she’s smart enough to go away ！！！！！！！！！！！！！. I couldn’t help myself. After giving me an orgasm. Leave right away. She shouldn’t be able to see me then ！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！” So it’s you!!!” She saw me! It’s that sister! What to do? What to do?
She saw that I wasn’t responding.
He came over and said, “You look better here. Why are you in this position ！！！！ You can’t do this! This is not comfortable.” That’s natural ！！！！ My legs are now tightly closed. Then both hands gripped the woolen towel that was padded on the bench. Gripping tightly. I was afraid that if I let go. My sanity would collapse! She saw that I hadn’t responded yet. She slid her hand across my belly. And said with a smile, “Look how tight you are here.” This kind of light touch is normally nothing. But in my current situation. This little touch became the last stimulus for me to enter orgasm. ！！！！ Ah! I screamed and reached orgasm. Collapsed on the floor. She looked at me in great surprise. I quickly regained my senses. Grabbed my things and headed out! She seemed to know what was happening. She didn’t follow me out! As I walked out, I thought: “It’s over!
She saw it! She saw everything now! And with that I left the gym. Saw her a couple times afterward. She smiled at me. Even once. Gave me a card. Told me to contact her. Who cares about her!
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