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My brother (Part 7)And then I woke up. The blanket was tightly pressed against my clit, I was pressing myself against a pillow…and I was shaking with fever. This couldn’t be happening. I wanted to get back to sleep, continue that dream, but I just couldn’t. My body was too excited to rest. I pushed the blanket and the pillow away and lay down on my back, spreading my legs. I was fully naked and the new feel of it was turning me on even more. I touched my breasts, slightly pinching my nipples. My body was responding to every touch with double enthusiasm. Just by touching my breasts in a couple of moments, my eyes no longer could see properly and probably şişli travesti from aside I even looked d**gged. My eyes kept opening and closing, my gaze shifting without really concentrating on anything specific…I couldn’t even understand what I was seeing. I lowered one of my hands down my stomach to my pussy. Without even spreading its folds I felt the moisture on my fingers. I was beyond wet. The gooey liquid made my pussy feel so slippery, my throbbing clit felt swollen and twice sensitive. I was losing control more and more. I was really dropping out of reality. I felt like any second now, I will moan and wake up the whole house, and beylikdüzü travesti nothing would stop me from touching myself. I was addicted to that feeling of my fingers rubbing my clit, forcing my pussy to contract and pulsate, pushing cum out. I was slightly biting on my other hand, doing my best to prevent myself from moaning. It was so hard… The sensations got control over me. My legs were trembling in pleasure. The sweet wave shocks were running up and down my body. And whenever my finger would slide up my clit and touch its sensitive part, my extremities would get cold, and all the heat would be summoned in my burning loins. I anadolu yakası travesti couldn’t take it anymore.I turned over and lay down on my stomach, with my knees bend under me. I kept teasing my clit and summoning one orgasm after another. My knees although pressed against were still trembling. My face was buried in the pillows. I allowed myself to moan. I couldn’t help it. This was nirvana, paradise. Whatever it was, I no longer practiced even one minimal self control. I was possessed by the strengths of my orgasms. I couldn’t even control my body, my pussy was so wet, that it was making splashing noises as my finger buried itself in my folds. My breathing was quickened so much, that I couldn’t even hold back my saliva and literally drooled on the pillow. But all this was worth the sensations my body was experiencing. And whenever I pictured my brother’s hand roaming on my body I would convulse in another orgasm.
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