The story is about a strange feeling where the brain somehow paralyzes the body while everything is normal, wanting to communicate while being unable to express or make requests.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJqU0UWa3W6
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The pleasant cold of the bed tells me that no one is still by my side and that means it is not known how long I will have to be alone. I took my phone with me to the bed and turned it on. When it catches my eye in that darkness, the first thing I do is put it on night mode. I called him, but no one answered my phone. I no longer pay attention to him, because without him, where would he be?44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWGr0OHBtUJ
I remember the first days of our acquaintance. How important we were to each other, to the point that when we missed each other, everything became a priority for us. We just wanted to be together, touch each other, hug each other, put our lips together, and slowly feel that wild feeling that never went away in us. But alas, or fortunately, these feelings fade or become stronger with the passage of time and his behavior. Unfortunately, I have to say about myself that they have faded!44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQN3soOZ0ES
Believe it or not, when I think about these things, I get strange feelings that are very difficult for me to understand, let alone describe them to you. It's like I've put my feet in a fire and my blood is boiling. Ooooh, what is this?44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrU8uAmavo
I involuntarily reach my hand to my neck. I like to hold my earring between my fingers and play with it, and at the same time I pull my forearm to my neck and apply slight pressure to my chest with my elbow, and it somehow gets rid of the fire under me (I'm sorry).44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhn4UPkc5U6
Why won't this damn night end or why can't I sleep at all? Almost all the cool places in my bed are gone. I pick up the phone again. No, I don't want to call him anymore. I open the internet page on my phone. I don't know what I want to search for. My eyes fell on the sign in front of my bed. A half-naked girl with her arm around a completely naked boy's neck, her breasts pressed against his chest, and one of her legs wrapped around his waist so that nothing of his penis could be seen. I wondered what a boy's penis looked like. Its size and smallness were confusing to me, its color that I always imagined as a sunburned bronze, it occurred to me to visit a porn site, remembering the past, it was unbelievable. I visited the only site I knew, and back then, when it was free, now I had to buy an account to watch. At first, I was upset, then I was nervous. Not being able to do something or having it remain half-finished makes me nervous. I started searching for new sites. I didn't know what to write, so I went straight to the main article and asked the browser to bring me new movies, and after a few seconds..... Dada, da, don, what quality of things? There was no more sneaky movies. It was as if sex rooms had become Hollywood. Sneaky movies had become a filmmaking industry. Movies with different stories and much better quality than before. Seeing these images and movies, my hand went to my ear again, but this time, on the way to my ear, my hand directly touched the tip of my breast, and this touching reminded me of my first contact with my classmate of two years ago. I threw a tantrum in high school, which I'll tell you about later.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqLErdpChBC
It was a summer day and the air in my room was so hot that I had taken off all my clothes before going to bed. My heart rate increased when I saw the previews of the movies. I started choosing. Clean, beautiful, and an exciting story. These were the things I wanted and finally I found it. I put myself in the place of the girl in the story and as the promised moment approached, my heart rate increased. My hand was no longer on my earring, I was no longer covered by a quilt, my knees were no longer relaxed and unsteady. I felt a strange warmth between my legs. I was holding the phone with one hand and with the other hand I was transferring the warmth I felt between my legs to my entire being. The more I touched my body, the more I felt the tremors in my legs. My knees could not bear each other and finally, the separation of my thighs added a wetness to the warmth between my legs. A slimy liquid was seeping from my body and My hand reached my thigh and reached the warmest part of my body. My wrist was shaking and there were small touches between my legs. My fingers were getting wet. I didn't care about the video that was playing anymore. In other words, my eyes closed and the phone fell from my hand. My other hand went to my chest. When my hand touched my chest, I simultaneously placed my hand on my penis. Wow!44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQY4wHbu1hE
My knees had realized their mistakes and were back in each other's arms, and my hand was trapped in the pincers. My fingers were moving involuntarily. My middle finger danced beautifully on me with its brothers. My other hand went from one breast to the other. With each caress, my nipples became firmer and my fingers were more eager to play with them. My other hand was empty, but my body was full of desire. My middle finger fell into the warm, soft, and slippery hole in my legs. It was inside my body, and how enjoyable it was. The sound of the phone was a song for my fingers to dance on my body. As the rhythm of the sound increased, my fingers tried harder, and the sound of the kisses kissed me too. The fire in my legs had taken over my entire being. The tremors started from my hips. My entire being was paralyzed. A spark from my knees, heart, navel, and brain simultaneously landed on my fingertips, causing a feeling of explosion in my body. My body relaxed. My fingers loosened as my fingers separated from my body. I was having aftershocks in my body. I took a deep breath. I looked at my legs. They were hugging each other and I no longer felt any pain.44Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpn521ZSVFU
I waited for my knees to come back to life. It was very difficult to stand up. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I returned, my husband had returned from work and was lying on the bed in his work clothes. He hadn't even seen the table I had set for dinner. He was tired. I felt a sense of guilt that I had thought unfairly.
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