Jerking Off
I wake up already soaked. Before my eyes even fully open, my hand slides down my stomach and finds my slick little pussy. Jerking off is the first thing I do every single morning. I don’t even get out of bed. I spread my legs wide, pull my knees up, and start rubbing my swollen clit in fast, greedy circles. The addiction hits instantly. My hips buck, my breath catches, and I’m already moaning like a desperate whore while my fingers plunge inside me. Most girls reach for coffee. I reach for my cunt.
By the time I cum the first time, my thighs are trembling and the sheets are ruined. That’s just round one.
I stumble to the bathroom still dripping, but the sight of my own body in the mirror sets me off again. I lean against the sink, one leg up on the counter, and go right back to jerking off. Two fingers, then three, stretching myself open while I watch my face twist in pure filth. I love how wet the sounds get, that nasty squelching noise that fills the room while I finger-fuck myself senseless.
Breakfast? Yeah, right. I sit at the table with my legs open and a thick toy between them, slowly riding it while I sip juice. My mind is never far from my next orgasm. The addiction is constant. I’ll be texting friends and suddenly have to excuse myself because my pussy is throbbing so hard I can’t think straight.
Jerking Off never stops.
Afternoon is when I really lose control. I lock my door, strip completely naked, and spend hours edging. I rub my clit until I’m right on the brink, then stop. Again and again. My pussy gets so puffy and sensitive that even breathing on it makes me twitch. When I finally let myself cum, I squirt all over my mirror like a filthy fountain, licking up every drop because I’m that addicted.
Evening is for marathon sessions. I lay on my bed with my favorite suction toy latched onto my clit and a thick dildo stretching my hole. I fuck myself stupid for hours, moaning Kenzo’s name (yes, I talk to myself like the crazy waifu I am). I cum so many times my voice gets hoarse and my legs shake uncontrollably.
Even at night, when I should be sleeping, I’m under the covers with my hand between my thighs, lazily jerking off to dirty thoughts until I pass out mid-orgasm.
This is my life. An endless, dripping, brain-melting cycle of pure masturbation addiction. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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