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(Writing experiment)
Nina was an artist when it came to stimulating her pussy, she not only knew multiple orgasms from various magazines and stories, she could use the appropriate imagination aids or with mere Finger, transport yourself into this state.
… The desire for sex often came without warning, loneliness, an event, a touch, the visual charm, were often the impetus in the request satisfaction.
Often Nina was caught in a situation and simply could no longer resist when these feelings began to control her body.
If she rubbed her pussy, she gave herself to her sexual idea, then there was no back, stimulation and passion fully broken down and called for fulfillment.
A vision that Nina kept looking for was usually the same, sex pure sex accompanied by her hand, with unknown men.
These had no face and no name, purely physical attributes counted, and they were in the foreground of their fixation.
In truth, it would not have occurred to her, in her sexual ideas alone, the men always made what she demanded to her imagination, normally she was too afraid of it Blind date could get out of control with strangers.
A strong attraction was based on masked and veiled people, who did not know or had neither the social bonds.
..A scene that Nina often appeared in her imagination in her imagination in her intellectual eye was that she is caught in a place, in a room that is windowless, has only one outcome, in this room there is only one wooden frame in the middle, with a crossbar of the padded, and four wooden legs that are screwed on the floor.
Metal rings are attached to the wooden legs to someone too tie up, Nina is bound to that wooden frame, bent forward, laced with the arms and legs against the frame.
In the room that is poorly illuminated, the door is opened behind it and the light from the outside shows two figures only as shadow pictures that enter the room.
Both shapes disappeared almost in their dark robes when the door falls out loud into the castle.
One of the shadows approaches her buttocks with both hands, massaged and rolls it with his fingers, presses his loins, as it were, indicated to the penetration of her cash.
Nina can feel the silky fabric and warmth, between her skin and lumbar.
She can perceive its excitement on her meat, the hard area that is only separated by the fine tissue.
The gentle silk flatters her skin to the sensitive area of her shame, creates a pleasant sparkling feeling that accompanies it with gentle moan.
To be trapped in sensory stimulus, helpless and delivered, This is the prize lust, the procedure awaited Nina brought Nina in bankless lust.
The other shadow that knelt in front of Nina opened his cloak, Nina looked up a bit, and the shadow strokes her hair back, and gently holds her head, in front of her face, his twitching phallus, which he presses on her lips, and andNina forces her mouth to open, pushing into her throat.
His circular movement and the deep but gentle bumps take her breath.
She could his tail Feel every vein on this.
While the other with his fingers, plowed her damp labia, who was looking for pearl in a mussel, and lingered there with light pressure.
In her pussy it tingles exciting, she was able to perceive the signal of lust up to her toe, it increasingly intensified while her stretched Legs trembling.
The feeling of being taken in this way heats up her imagination, helpless, no control over what he did with her.
Experienced his shaft, she had his lust the jerk -like penetration, the massaging movements could feel it on the labia, the gentle bumps provoked their first climax, it was an exploding and warm stimulus that followed. Although she had not only came in her imagination, he fucks her on, Nina frees herself from the tail in her throat, she gasps completely out of breath, struggles for air, screams leaving her throat, screaming of wool lust and simultaneous redemption.
Her fingers still in the vulva, demanded the next orgasm, he seamlessly added to the next at short intervals, sensitive to touch her pussy, she groaned and gasped from exhaustion when her fingers out of the pussy pulled.
Liberation from the current slavery of her addiction, for sex.
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