Victim: Start masturbating, yourself
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| - | You look down at your | + | You look down at your lap and swallow, embarrassed by the buzz of fear and excitement you'd just felt. |
His cock was huge and pulsing, his expression one of pure enrapture. You wonder what it would feel like to have it in... | His cock was huge and pulsing, his expression one of pure enrapture. You wonder what it would feel like to have it in... | ||
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Out of habit, your hands drift to you small breasts, fingers moving in circles around your nipples. You shiver, visualize the man behind you, orgasming into your face and hair, shoving himself between your lips and jerking into your mouth. | Out of habit, your hands drift to you small breasts, fingers moving in circles around your nipples. You shiver, visualize the man behind you, orgasming into your face and hair, shoving himself between your lips and jerking into your mouth. | ||
| - | You wet your lips and your legs spread apart, one of your hands dancing down your stomach and hips, massaging your thighs and sex against the | + | You wet your lips and your legs spread apart, one of your hands dancing down your stomach and hips, massaging your thighs and sex against the soft material of your skirt, your hands eventually working their way under it. |
| - | You throw your head back and moan, pinching your nipples and finding | + | You throw your head back and moan, pinching your nipples and finding your panties, you close yours eyes and deeply visualize that man's cock, pressing into yourself slightly. |
But suddenly the he bus slams into the road, courtesy of a nasty pothole, everyone is shaken as the bus thrusts onwards. | But suddenly the he bus slams into the road, courtesy of a nasty pothole, everyone is shaken as the bus thrusts onwards. | ||
Revision as of 00:27, 19 November 2008
You look down at your lap and swallow, embarrassed by the buzz of fear and excitement you'd just felt.
His cock was huge and pulsing, his expression one of pure enrapture. You wonder what it would feel like to have it in...
Out of habit, your hands drift to you small breasts, fingers moving in circles around your nipples. You shiver, visualize the man behind you, orgasming into your face and hair, shoving himself between your lips and jerking into your mouth.
You wet your lips and your legs spread apart, one of your hands dancing down your stomach and hips, massaging your thighs and sex against the soft material of your skirt, your hands eventually working their way under it.
You throw your head back and moan, pinching your nipples and finding your panties, you close yours eyes and deeply visualize that man's cock, pressing into yourself slightly.
But suddenly the he bus slams into the road, courtesy of a nasty pothole, everyone is shaken as the bus thrusts onwards.
You blink a few times, your heart racing, calming slightly– you become aware of a distinct dampness in your panties.
Do you dare:
