| Lesbian: Masturbation: Two Toys Are Better Than One (1/2) |
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My eyes opened to the light of the streetlamp outside my window. Damn it, I’m awake again, I thought to myself. For whatever reason I could not stay asleep. I would toss and turn, but to no avail. I was extremely tense and needed something to relax me. I decided to get up and get myself a glass of water from the kitchen. I brought it back to my bedroom and decided to switch on the television. Restless, I started to channel surf, but at one o’clock in the morning on Tuesday night even the cable networks leave something to be desired. You don’t realize how many infomercials are on at that time of night until you try to find something that would be worth your time. Actually, if I wanted to go to sleep the infomercial would have probably been my best bet, but I needed something that would help me unwind first so that I could go to sleep after. I realized it was my horniness that had disturbed my slumber and I needed to find some sort of eye candy to help me get off. I finally wound up watching one of those late night soft-core movies. From what I could tell, it appeared to be a story about two bored housewives getting it on when no one else was around. The plot was tolerable, but what really piqued my interest was one of the actresses. She was a tall beauty with dark hair and eyes. She had a voluptuous figure and wonderful backside. This woman did not appear to have any flaws. I felt the moisture between my legs grow from mere dampness to a soaking wetness as I watched this gorgeous woman make out with her lover onscreen. My hand moved to rub my clit through the satin of my nightgown. It felt so cool and soft against the skin; this was the main reason I never slept in under wear. I loved the erotic sensation of the silken fabric brushing against my flesh while I slept. My nectar seeped through the thin garment onto my fingers as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. I let the spaghetti straps of my gown slip down my shoulders allowing me to pull the top down to reveal my breasts. I moistened my finger with my saliva and began to trace the outline of my nipples with the liquid. My hands kneaded and tugged at them until they were sore and my little brown buttons were standing erect. Slowly, I moved my finger down to my moistness. I trailed along the outer edges of my pussy without diving inside its sticky warmth. I loved the sensation of my nails as they ran along the lips. It sent chills through out my body as I continued to move along its rim, occasionally dipping inside and pulling back out of my cunt, but I needed more. I reached under my mattress and found my two vibrators. One was a small silver toy while the other was a larger ribbed silicone phallus. I took the smaller one and began to run up it and down on my clit. I could feel the juices pooling inside of me as it hummed on my rosebud. I watched the lovers on the television work over each other’s bodies. The beautiful dark haired woman began to fuck the other one with her soft pink tongue. I imagined it was her mouth working my clit instead of the little silver vibrator. My juices were flowing outside of me as I inserted the larger toy |
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