Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417
I couldn’t believe how it looked when I first saw it–the vision in my bedroom mirror. My legs were parted and I could see my female parts I had in between them; completely bare and naked for my eyes to see. The folds of my vagina the pinkness of the inside were right there for me to see. I don’t know why I started touching myself as a preteen but I did and the sensations were so intense they scared me at first. The first time I rubbed my little clit the rush the orgasm made me feel caused me to faint . I kept doing it, though. Each time, more and more. I became addicted to the sensation and the feeling. The warmth. Even the sticky wetness that came with it. The fear that my parents would walk in to see me furiously masturbating, my mouth open, and my moans becoming louder and louder, made my orgasm even better, somehow.
The Vision in My Bedroom Mirror
I’ve since become a master at the art of masturbation. Self-pleasure begins with permission. Give yourself, or rather, give me permission to allow yourself to feel the pleasure of me guiding you…As I direct you to stroke and touch, changing rhythm; I’ll be touching myself too and we can both climax together! You’ll hear me moaning on the other line. The physical sensations crossing through your fingertips into your breathing and mine combining create perfect pleasure. Our bodies humming, racing towards release together. I’ve learned to savor these moments. Let’s do it together now. I want to know what your cum feels like. I’ll make you describe it to me. Is it slippery? Sticky? Is it super wet and runny? What color is it? I want to know it all? What does it feel like in between your fingers and on your skin? Let me wipe it up for you with my tongue, if you don’t mind. I know you’re going to make me smile.