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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.
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