NOVEL NEXT … the desire for sex often came …
Nina was an artist when it came to stimulating her pussy, she not only knew multiple orgasms from various magazines and stories, she could transport herself into this state with the right fantasy tools or with her bare fingers.
...the desire for sex often came without warning, her loneliness, an event, a touch, the visual stimulus were often the impetus for the desire for gratification.
Often Nina was caught in a situation and just couldn't resist anymore when these feelings started to control her body.
As she rubbed her pussy, she gave in to her sexual imaginings, then there was no turning back, the stimulation and passion flaring to the max, calling for fulfillment.
A vision that haunted Nina again and again was mostly the same, sex pure sex accompanied by her hand, with unknown men.
These had no face and no name, purely physical attributes counted, and they were in the foreground of their fixation.
In truth, it wouldn't have crossed her mind, alone in her sexual ideas, the men always did what their imagination demanded, normal she was too afraid that a blind date with strangers could get out of control.
A strong attraction emanated from masked and cloaked people whom she neither knew nor had any social ties to.
..a scene that Nina often encountered in her mind's eye while masturbating in her imagination was that she was trapped in a place, in a room that is windowless, has only one exit, in this room there is only in the middle a wooden frame, with a crossbar that is upholstered, and four wooden legs that are screwed to the floor.
Metal rings are attached to the wooden legs in order to tie someone to them, Nina is tied to that wooden frame, bent forward, laced to the frame with her arms and legs spread.
In the room, which is poorly lit, the door behind her is opened and the light from outside only reveals two figures as silhouettes entering the room.
Both figures vanished into thin air in their dark robes as the door slammed loudly.
One of the shadows approaches her buttocks, grasps it with both hands, massages and caresses it with his fingers, presses his loins against her bare flesh as if to suggest penetration.
Nina can feel the silky fabric and warmth between her skin and his loins.
She can feel his arousal on her flesh, the hard spot separated only by the fine tissue.
The soft silk caresses her skin on the sensitive area of her pubic area, creating a pleasant tingling feeling that accompanies her with gentle moans.
Being trapped in the sensory stimulus, helpless and at the mercy of this is the price of lust, expecting the procedure brought Nina into boundless lust.
The other shadow, kneeling in front of Nina, opened his cloak, Nina looked up a little, and the shadow brushes back her hair, gently holding her head, in front of her face, his twitching phallus, which he presses to her lips, and Nina forces her mouth open, pushing into her throat.
His circular movement and the deep but gentle thrusts take her breath away.
She could feel his cock, every vein on it.
While the other plowed her wet pussy lips with his fingers, immediately sought the pearl in a shell and lingered there with light pressure.
It tingles excitingly in her pussy, she could feel the signal of lust up to the tips of her toes, it intensified more and more while her stretched legs trembled.
The feeling of being taken like this fueled her imagination, helpless, no control over what he was doing to her.
Feeling his shaft inside, she experienced his horniness, the jerky penetration, she could feel the massaging movements on the labia, the gentle bumps provoked her first climax, it was an exploding and warming stimulus that followed. Even though she wasn't cumming in her imagination, he continues to fuck her, Nina gurgling free of the cock in her throat, panting out of breath, struggling for air, screams leave her throat, screams of lust and simultaneous release.
Her fingers still in the vulva, demanded her the next orgasm, seamlessly it added itself to the next in short intervals, sensitive reacted her pussy to touch, she moans and gasped from exhaustion as she pulled her fingers out of the pussy.
Liberation from the momentary slavery of her addiction to sex.
