Sex time. I put on the silk jacket, pull up my shirt, pull down my jeans and panties, finger myself, and take a few pictures. I squirm and try to love myself. I slid my blanket near my vagina to tickle & tease it. Success. I finger my pussy. I take off my jacket and roll my clothes back to normal so I could use the bathroom and get a wet sponge. I got back to my bedroom. The sponge is the least wet but it'll do. I ran it on my stomach, breasts, and vagina. I pinched my nipples one more time before getting done.
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The 41 Days Of Sex. A True Story.
Teen FictionThe challenge. I can't wait. The suspense.. The 41 Days Of Sex. You count the days. You have sex with yourself. It's a real thing. A True Story.
