Masturbating in the library [F]

I sit cross legged in tight grey leggings, eyes glazed over my laptop, one hand between my legs, seeking warmth and comfort. I give my pussy a teasing rub and feel my clit stir. I give myself another stroke and glance around me. No one can see what I’m doing so I continue this delicious torture. Up and down I rub as I bite my lip to keep from moaning.

I think about him. His dark stubble, warm tongue, beefy body, rough hands, thick cock. I feel myself getting wet and continue rubbing, the lace of my thong moving between my lips, grazing my clit lazily with every stroke. I imagine him running his hands over his body as he starts to get hard. He works his way down, smoothing his palm over his blocky abs. His thick muscular forearm flexing as he continues, straying past his hard cock. He cups his heavy balls and groans, feeling the weight in his hands. His cock twitches, begging for attention. He flexes and gives his cock a teasing stroke.

I know he’s thinking about me, rubbing myself, watching each other. My pussy is throbbing as I imagine him gripping his shaft and stroking, wishing it were me. I rub my lips with two fingers and start flicking my clit. I’m so close, I need more, please baby. My pussy soaks through my leggings as I continue rubbing, not caring about the mess that is going to follow.

He strokes faster now, his head thrown back, eyes closed, balls full of cum, wanting, needing to release, deep inside me. Precum drips out, lubricating his strokes as his other hand teases his balls, tugging, cupping, rubbing. So close, I need you.

I angle my legs so that I can dive into my panties without anyone noticing. Fuck, my pussy is on fire and dripping, aching for release. I won’t last much longer. I swirl my wetness around, between by lips, on my pulsing clit, teasing my opening. I let out a whimper as I imagine him tensing. Almost there.

He focuses his strokes on his swollen head as his balls tighten, orgasm approaching, he can’t control it anymore. Yes baby, just like that, keep going, I need to see you. His moans increase, panting, veins bulging, as he shoots the first jet, landing on his sweaty chest. More, more, he strokes as he continues releasing, coating his hand and abs with his hot sticky cum, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth parted, pulse thumping wildly.

And that’s it, I press down and flick faster as my pussy tightens. I close my eyes, bite my bottom lip hard, and feel my pussy contract hard, wave after wave of pleasure slamming through my body. I imaging him sucking my clit, kissing me, finishing me off, and I keep on releasing, softly moaning. I ease my fingers out of my folds and bring them to my lips, sliding them into my mouth, tasting my sweet pussy, knowing he wants it.

But I’m not done. I’m craving penetration and fingers can’t satisfy this primal need…

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