It has a suction cup on the end, but I've never actually tried it. I scramble to get into my nightside table, where I have a dildo wrapped in its satiny bag. I'm going to ride this for as long as I can. I don't know what's going on with me, but I'm too foggy and lightheaded to care. I've come twice, and feel even hornier than when I woke up. I clench my teeth together, trying to quiet the scream that wants to escape. Before the shuddering stops, another orgasm follows the first. I realize that I'm making a high-pitched moaning sound, something I've never done before. An orgasm rocks through my entire body, lifting me off the bed for a moment as I writhe and gasp for air. I rub my knuckles against my clit, circular motions that send me into spasms, my legs are twitching, and I'm trying to hold back, but I can't. I'm trying to take my time, to make this feeling last, but I'm losing control. A quick flick causes my whole body to clench. My pussy is swollen with need, pulsing in time with my heart, hot and slippery and sensitive. The hand between my thighs is slick, sliding along my pantyline. Living with him is a thousand times easier with her out of the picture. He’s fun to hang out with, helps around the house, and gives me space when I want it. Leo’s a good roommate in all the ways that count. The possibility of being overheard by my roommate isn't enough of a concern to make me stop. Leo probably isn’t up yet, and he sleeps like the dead. In some distant part of my mind, I remember that I share a wall with the room next door. I shove my hand between my legs, and the sudden change of pressure elicits another obscene moan. My breathing is erratic as I squeeze and play with my chest, fabric sliding between my hands and my body, creating a rush of tingles and extra stimulation. Every touch, every sensation is overwhelming and I'm lost in a sea of longing, and need, and ache. I feel like I'm ready to burst out of my skin. With a gasp, I pinch the sensitive tips and buck forward, a low moan escapes my lips. My fingertips are itching for something more. My panting brings my breasts into my hands, and then away again, a torturous game with myself. I tease my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. The pillow is too soft, it doesn't provide enough pressure, but I can be patient. My cotton briefs slide against me, making a mess of the sheets, but the warmth of my own arousal is all-consuming. I tighten my thighs and begin to rock against it. I’m tangled in the sheets, a pillow between my knees, as always. My breathing is heavy, loud in the dark, and it turns me on even more. My nipples are hard to the point of pain, straining against my tank top in the breeze from the ceiling fan. A dream is sliding away, one I can't remember, but I must have been enjoying it because my panties are soaked.
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