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I have to stay very quiet because my flatmates are home. I’m grinding against my pillow in my soaked panties, hips rolling slowly back and forth, then side to side. My clit is incredibly sensitive, pulsing with every movement. My pussy is absolutely drenched — I’ve completely soaked through my panties and the pillow beneath me.

I’m already so close, but I don’t want to cum yet. My swollen clit throbs helplessly, aching for more.

I reach for my C-shaped vibrator. With trembling fingers I slide my drenched panties down, shivering as the cool air kisses my dripping pussy. I gently push the longer end deep inside me — the sudden fullness almost makes me lose control. I freeze, breathing shakily, fighting the urge.

Once I regain some control, I position the other end against my throbbing clit and pull my soaked panties back up, letting them hold the toy perfectly in place.

I lower myself onto the pillow again. Ohhh yes… The soft plush feeling between my thighs, the firm pressure of the vibrator, and my warm, slippery wetness is pure heaven.

I start grinding once more, slow and deep, getting even wetter. Only then do I pair the toy with my phone and turn it on.

The first soft waves hit my clit. “Fuck…” I whisper almost soundlessly, biting my lip. The vibrations feel incredible. Soon a new pattern starts — it builds from deep inside and spreads outward, caressing my lips and swollen clit, growing stronger with every wave.

My mind drifts to other women… I picture them in the shower, legs only slightly parted, letting the warm streams tease their pussies. They stroke their slick, swollen clits with slow, loving circles, hips moving in tiny, restrained motions as the water kisses every sensitive fold. Their inner thighs quiver, faces flushed with pleasure.

That image makes me even wetter.

I keep grinding in slow, controlled circles, pressing my clit harder against the buzzing toy. “I’m so close…” I breathe, barely audible. My thighs tremble as the soft pillow gently caresses my inner thighs.

I can’t hold it any longer.

I clench my ass and push my hips forward, grinding my dripping pussy firmly against the pillow and the vibrator. I squeeze my thighs tighter, trapping the pillow between them. My pelvic muscles tense rhythmically as I keep making small, desperate circles.

The orgasm crashes over me. I bite hard into the pillow to stay silent as powerful waves explode from my clit and spread through my whole body. My abs and legs flex tightly, drawing the pleasure deeper. “Mmm… yes…” I whimper almost soundlessly, trembling.

I refuse to stop. I keep my muscles tensed and continue those tiny, insistent grinding movements, milking wave after wave from my pulsing clit. Each squeeze sends new surges of ecstasy through my belly, spine, and thighs. The orgasm stretches out beautifully, long and intense, until I’m shaking with aftershocks.

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their hands on my skin, voice in my ear with soft praises every now and then to keep me slightly distracted. not enough for me to beg for more, but just enough to keep me on the edge.

but then comes the best part. commercial breaks. 

i'd try to fight it, whining that i don't want them to move because it'll make me needy. they'd tell me to keep talking, to keep listing out reasons why they should listen to me. i'd mumble something in vain, feeling their first and slow pull out that makes my voice trip over itself. they wouldn't let me revel in the feeling for long, though. they'd tell me to keep going and that's when i know the moment i stop, so would they.