I hear the voices of this group of young men and women who happily spend Sundays grilling all together…
I can see them distinctly as I spread my thighs and feel the cool air on my wet pussy;
I can understand the meaning of their speeches while the glass dildo penetrates my pussy and fills me.
I see them talking, laughing, hugging each other while the dildo fucks me, while light moans come out of my parted lips.
Can they see me? Who will notice first?
Will he nudge his friend by waving towards my window? Will they smile at each other as they gradually warn everyone else?
Will women turn a blind eye to me, being terribly embarrassed by my hard nipples and the way my pelvis meets every thrust of my toy?
Will there be erections, wet pussies?
Someone will seek out their mate, whispering in their ear “I wish were you”.
Will they lock themselves in the bathroom or in a room to vent their horniness, to empty their balls, to whisper their orgasms?
While I’ll scream my own, making anyone who hasn’t seen me, be forced to listen to me.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10ltqsb/party_on_the_front_terrace_while_masturbating_in