With my other hand, I pulled my breasts free from the confines of my dress. 

They were liberated from the fabric but still held in place. I could see the hard points of my nipples and mercilessly teased myself even further with a quick pinch to each one. Tingles like lightning fired between them and my screaming clit. Which I still softly circled in-between, fingering the wet fabric covering my pussy. If anyone had walked by the uncovered window yet, I hadn’t noticed. I wanted more! No, I needed more masturbation phone sex!

Carefully, I savor every sensation as I peeled the hoe’s from my hot, excited pussy with my sticky fingers. 

My sexual massage had caused the tight pantyhose to cling firmly into my smooth pussy. The sensation of pleasure every time another millimeter of soaked fabric detached from my puffy, wet lips made my body shiver. I pulled them free, my desire for satisfaction overriding my patience. As a result, I dipped into the wetness pooled at my opening and lubricated my internal exploration.

 Feeling hot, slippery, and intimate is always good.

The heel of my palm rubbed joyously against my throbbing, needy clit, causing a surge of orgasmic sensation back through my body. I was not going to be able to hold back much longer. So, I forced myself to pay no attention to anything but my pleasure and masturbation phone sex. If anyone had walked past, I did not know or care at this point. I just hoped for the best and let my private fantasies flow through my imagination raw and unfiltered. If anyone else got some enjoyment from my show, all the better.

So, I let the most shocking thoughts from the darkest parts of my mind flow. 

My naughtiest perversions. Filthy disgusting desires, outrageous images, humiliation, power, and control. I let it all into my mind. All the lustful things that push me to the edge. Abandoning my saturated, finger-fucked pussy, I used my juicy arousal to attend to my not-at-all-patient clit. I would bring my orgasm to life, and it wasn’t going to take much longer. My index and middle finger quickly slipped over my erect, hard, swollen clit.

 My slippery hot pussy juice created the perfect lube for masturbation phone sex. 

Faster and faster, I moved my fingertips lightly over my slicken clit, my other hand tweaking my nipples here and there to add an extra layer of stimulation. Over the top of my clit, then to the side. Dipping my fingers down again into my hot, tight entrance, gathering more of the lubricant and returning to flick my fingertips over my nerve-ending central once more.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. 

Forgetting everything else but the last few fantasies dirtying up my mind and the sensation of my fingertips slipping with incredible speed over my slick clit, I gave myself over to my orgasm. I still didn’t cry out too loud – I guess I’m too well-trained by house-sharing now and having to have my masturbation phone sex in the privacy of my bedroom. But I did cause a wet patch on the sofa, which later proved difficult to explain, especially when coupled with such a smug, self-satisfied smile on my face.

 

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