【The Lustful Heart of a Homebody】(03) Author: 1324216182

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Author: 1324216182
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Section 4

: When I opened my eyes and woke up, the sun was shining brightly outside and people were bustling about. A delicate, snow-white arm
stretched out from under the covers, lazily groping for my phone on the pillow. I checked and saw it was already 10 o'clock. Recalling the crazy
experience , I felt both excited and guilty, as well as afraid. My heart was tormented by these mixed emotions. Alas!
After waking up, there was only sorrow.

She sat up, swept her hair back with both hands, and stretched languidly.
The blanket that had been covering her chest slipped down as her chest lifted, revealing a pair of snow-white breasts. Bright red nipples adorned the center of
the white mound . After stretching, she looked at her breasts, grasped them with both hands, and felt that they were indeed a bit bigger than before.
Hehe, the frequent massage and kneading really worked. She continued to knead them, then gently
flicked with her index finger. It was slightly itchy, and soon it couldn't resist the teasing and stood erect. Looking at her bright red and lovely
nipples, she couldn't help but gently pinch and knead them with her thumb and forefinger, rubbing and kneading them, occasionally pulling them outwards,
until they were fully engorged and swollen before she stopped. She grasped her breasts from below with both hands, lifted them slightly, and began
to massage. As her hands massaged and kneaded, her desire gradually increased. Her bright red lips couldn't help but open slightly, and she let out
a series of panting breaths mixed with low moans. She stopped when she felt her lower body getting wet. I lay flat on the bed with
my legs apart, following the instructions online. Relaxing my body, I gently inserted my middle finger into my vagina, fully penetrating it
. I contracted and tightened my vaginal muscles for a few seconds, then relaxed, repeating this dozens of times. Feeling a little
tired and the pleasure gradually increasing, I forcibly stopped. Looking down at my swollen, white breasts and erect, bright
red nipples, rising and falling with my breath, the fullness felt good.

I lifted the covers, turned to my side, supporting my head with my left hand and placing my right hand on my hip. My left leg was straight and flat on the bed, while my right leg was stretched
straight and spread open. I slowly moved my legs up and down, alternating between legs, until they ached. It's said to make
legs more beautiful. After this simple workout, I got out of bed, dressed, washed up, and tidied myself up a bit.
It was already 10:30 when I left. I was a little hungry, but there probably wasn't much to eat at this time. I decided to wait until noon to eat together.
First, I went to the classroom to register and see my classmates, since we wouldn't have many opportunities to meet again. I wanted to cherish these last
moments . After signing in at the classroom, I saw a few classmates I'm usually close to, so I went over and sat down
with to chat. There weren't many male students in the classroom; most of them probably left after signing in, unlike us girls
who chatted a lot. My gaze swept around and I saw the girl from the dorm next door from last night. She
happened to look over too, and I smiled at her, without making any strange expressions, but nothing more . We don't
usually interact much, just because we live nearby, so we're a little closer than most classmates.

Time flew by as we chatted. During this time, the counselor came in, noticed many people were absent, said
a few words, and then mentioned that several students had suggested a get-together that evening, splitting the bill. He asked a certain student to
organize and count the attendees, and told us to inform each other. I got up to go to the restroom, and when I came out, I was starving.
Looking at the time, it was already past 11 pm. I didn't know if the cafeteria was open, so I bought a bowl of fried noodles outside
. The sun was already blazing, and with nowhere to go, I went back to my dorm, turned on the air conditioning, sat
in a chair, and played on my phone, wondering what to do that afternoon.

After a while, a soft knock sounded on the door. I thought to myself, "Could it be that person again?" Filled with
fear and mixed emotions, I didn't dare to respond. I just let him knock for a bit, thinking he
might . Then, I suddenly remembered something and quickly took out my phone and put it on silent. But then I heard
a female voice outside. My tense mood instantly relaxed, and I even felt a pang of disappointment. "Since it's a girl, I'll
open the door . Maybe she's calling me to go out." I responded and ran to
open the door. It turned out to be my female classmate from next door. She was also alone in her dorm and had come to see if I was also alone.
We chatted for a while and then suggested going to an internet cafe. I thought it was a good idea; going online and watching TV would
be better than staying in the dorm.

So, we grabbed a parasol and walked out of the school gate. It was about a 10-minute walk to
the internet cafe . It was midday, and even with an umbrella, the heat was intense. The internet cafe was cooler, but
the smell of smoke was overwhelming. We found a couple's seat near the window, not wanting to share
secondhand smoke with others. I sat inside the sofa, and my classmate sat outside. I opened Baidu and searched for "Happy
Camp," then put on my headphones to watch. My classmate, who likes playing games, was engrossed in
one . She quickly became absorbed in the funny atmosphere, occasionally bursting into laughter
. Before I knew it, quite a while had passed when I noticed a young man across from me acting suspiciously. He
kept peeking through the gap between the two monitors, then leaning back and staring down. I realized he was spying
. The couple's seats faced each other, two TVs on one side and two on the other, with no partition between them.
He was laughing so hard he wasn't paying attention to his image, his legs spread wide. My classmate, wearing shorts, obviously wasn't looking at him. She
quickly crossed her legs, thinking, "I'll teach you to look again!" At this moment, I felt a mix of disgust and the thrill of exposure.
Embarrassed to look, I continued staring at the screen, pretending not to notice. I secretly
glanced down at him; the young man seemed seduced, his eyes fixed on his crotch. His left leg swayed, his toes
curling occasionally inside his sandals. I thought to myself, "You want to see? Fine, I'll let you see." Then I crossed my right leg over my left, shifting my weight between my legs
several times . To be honest, being spied on also stirred my thoughts and reactions. A lewd impulse was at play, and I gradually wanted to expose
more to seduce him. Leaning back in my chair, I watched the screen, my legs swinging back and forth. After
a while, I lifted my feet, took off my sandals, and squatted on the sofa. This way, he could definitely see my crotch
clearly . I deliberately pretended not to notice and continued watching the screen. This continued until the episode of Happy Camp was almost
over. I felt a slight dampness in my lower body. Luckily, I was wearing cotton underwear; thinner ones would probably have been soaked.
In my mind, I said to the little boy, "Okay, okay, I'm not playing with you anymore. I'm going to the restroom." I put on my sandals, asked
my classmate to let me out, and then headed towards the restroom. I have to say, the restrooms in internet cafes are absolutely
awful. Not only do they smell terrible, but they're also incredibly filthy. When I took off my underwear, I could see that my crotch area was already sticky.
After urinating, wipe the liquid off your underwear with a tissue first, then wipe your genitals,
and leave quickly.

When I came back, I noticed something was wrong. I looked from behind and saw a guy sitting in my classmate's seat.
It was strange. I went over to check and found that my classmate's boyfriend had come to see her and was sitting in his seat, while she was sitting
inside. They nodded and smiled at each other, and when he saw me, he stood up to let me sit there. I was at the very back,
in the middle of my classmates, and her boyfriend was at the very front. Actually, I didn't want to go online anymore at this point. After a while, when I
said I was about to leave, my classmate told me that she and her boyfriend were going to the city to look around and see
what . She asked me to
bring her boyfriend's laptop and her clothes and daily necessities to her at the classmate reunion that night, as she and her boyfriend wouldn't be going back to the dorm that night. So I asked her how I would get into her dorm, and she
said her roommate was there and told me where she had put them.

Ugh, so annoying. I didn't want to bring them for her; what if something got lost? I wouldn't be able to explain it. She then made excuses, saying that if
no one was in the dorm and she couldn't bring it, it would
n't be her fault. She thought about it and tossed me the key. Since everyone had said that, it felt awkward to keep making excuses; it was just something, why all the fuss?

After they left, I played on the computer for about ten minutes out of boredom. The boy across from me kept
trying to peek, but I didn't want to play with him anymore and decided to go back to the dorm for a nap. I paid at the counter and headed straight
back . Once in the dorm, I turned on the air conditioner and boiled some water. It was already past 2 AM. I lay in bed
playing on my phone, planning to take a nap after the water boiled. Suddenly, I remembered I should help bring the thing over first, otherwise
I'd forget it when I woke up. I got up and went to knock on the door next door, but no one answered for a while. So I took out my key, opened
the door, and easily found the thing I needed to bring at the foot of the bed.

Just then, I suddenly remembered the fake penis I'd seen peeping at yesterday. I wondered if her boyfriend had
taken it . The thought sparked my curiosity, and I wanted to look for it, since I'd never seen a real one. At first
, I thought it might be hidden among the things she asked me to carry, but I searched for ages and couldn't find it. I didn't dare
rummage it, because she'd kept everything organized, and messing things up would surely let others know I'd been through her things. Then
I searched her bed and unlocked drawers, but still nothing. I figured if I couldn't find it, it probably
had been taken by the guy.

A little disappointed, I grabbed my laptop bag and a bag of other things and went back to my dorm. The water had just boiled.
After showering, I sat in a chair, lost in thought, still processing the search. What
hidden had I missed? I couldn't figure it out. Had it really been taken? I felt a little unwilling to give up. I wanted
to check again, when my eyes suddenly fell on my own suitcase. I paused. She must have had
a suitcase . Where was it? It was very likely in there. I opened the door, nervously glancing down in the hallway.
Under the blazing sun, there was no one in front of the girls' dormitory. I slowly turned and casually
walked to the next room. Even after opening the door and going inside, I still felt a little uneasy.

Usually, suitcases are kept under the bed, and sure enough, I squatted down and pulled it out. Luckily, it wasn't the kind with a
combination , so I opened it quickly. Inside, a pink electric vibrator sat erect on my clothes
, looking like a man's penis cut off from his lower abdomen after it's erect. The tip was quite thick, with small bumps in the
middle , and a flat base with an adjustment switch. I picked it up and tried to turn it on.
Suddenly, it vibrated violently, startling my hand so much I almost dropped it. I quickly and clumsily turned it off, thinking to myself
, "Most people couldn't handle this kind of stimulation. I wonder how my classmate could endure it.
Maybe she gets used to it."

Looking at this big thing, I felt an itch in my groin, as if it were signaling to me, "Dare I
take it back to the dorm and play with it?" Desire fueled my boldness. My classmate had gone to the city and wouldn't be back anytime soon,
and she'd asked me to bring her something for dinner. Thinking about this, I became impulsive. I grabbed the electric vibrator,
quickly closed and locked the box, then put it back under the bed. Since I'd found it, I had to leave; this
wasn't a place to linger. But as I reached the door, I thought, "Should I just walk back to the dorm like this? It's close,
but this thing is so obvious in my hand. My skirt has no pockets, and I didn't bring a bag." A sudden inspiration struck me. I folded up
my skirt , put the vibrator inside my underwear, tucking it against my lower abdomen, then put the skirt back down and straightened it. I
checked it over; from the outside, it was completely invisible.

I locked her dorm room door and went back to my own. I immediately closed all the doors and windows and drew the curtains. I couldn't wait
to take out the vibrator and, like a curious child, kept playing with it in my hands. Touching and squeezing it wasn't
enough; I even imitated male masturbation, stroking it up and down, my eyes fixed on it like a wolf's. Feeling
incredibly aroused, I decided I couldn't delay any longer. I wanted to try it out and
return it , otherwise, it would be troublesome if the neighbor came back. Then I thought, I have to be careful about hygiene.
I can't just use something someone else has used. I wondered if I could scald it with boiling water. I had just boiled water,
and I was afraid of burning it. To sterilize it, I could only wipe it down. I ran to the bathroom to get a basin and a towel,
then poured hot water into the basin. The towel, soaked in boiling water, was so hot to the touch. I pinched a small corner of the towel and slowly
wiped it, thinking to myself, "Little thing, I'm enduring this scalding pain to wipe you down. You have
to treat me well later, okay? I'll kiss you after I'm clean, okay?"

By the time I got back, my lower body was already unbearably itchy and wet, and now it was even worse.
After finally wiping it thoroughly, I didn't even bother to pour out the water. I grabbed it and climbed onto
the bed in a few quick movements, immediately stripping naked. I lay down on the bed with my legs spread wide, one hand rubbing my breasts, and the other
hand rubbing my penis back and forth between the folds. The textured penis felt much better than my fingers when rubbed against it.
Fluid kept flowing from inside my vagina, slowly oozing out with each contraction and squeeze. Soon, a thick layer
of fluid covered my penis. I picked it up, my eyes glazed over, and under the light, the pink penis glistened.
I couldn't swallow.

Its menacing tip resembled a ferocious tiger, its thick shaft and protruding nipples... I'd never been
penetrated by something so large before; I felt a mix of excitement, anticipation, and fear. I brought it to my moist lips and gently kissed its tip.
The liquid on the water chestnut was drawn into a glistening thread by my lips, instantly swept away by my tongue. Imitating
a scene from an adult film, I licked it from the base upwards, rotating it in my hand, licking every
angle , finally reaching the glans. I opened my mouth and sucked it in, like sucking on an ice pop
. My left hand left my breast, taking the penis in my mouth and pushing it back and forth,
while two fingers probing inside. I wanted to moan, but with the penis in my mouth, only breaths and muffled gasps escaped.

After probing for a while, feeling it was sufficiently wet inside, I lay down, assuming a position with my legs spread and
feet dangling in the air. My right hand grasped the penis at the entrance, squeezing and trying a few times before slowly pushing it
in with a little force. Even just the tip of my penis being inserted felt incredibly stretched and swollen, with a slight pain. Continuing to penetrate deeper, it
broke through the layers of soft, folded flesh, reaching the depth I'd experienced with my ex-boyfriend. An unprecedented
feeling of fullness coursed through my entire body, and I let out a suppressed, pleasurable moan, "Ah, oh."

All my strength dissipated; I didn't even want to lift my hands. The soft flesh inside my vagina writhed and tightened
, gripping and sucking with excitement. I carefully savored its shape. After a while, I pushed further in, reaching a place no one had
ever been before. I felt it reach the cervix before stopping. The fullness and slight pain caused
my vagina to throb violently. If I let go, I felt myself being squeezed out, but I wanted to savor it a little longer. I braced myself with my heels,
placed my hands on my chest, and flicked my nipples with my fingers.

Once the depth was adjusted, the stillness was no longer satisfying. I sat up, using the base of my penis to prop myself up on the bed, my
legs spread apart, still inside her. My right hand reached under her crotch, using two fingers to hold the base for
balance, and I used my waist to thrust up and down and back and forth. Deep inside her vagina, the large glans stretched and
closed, the sharp edges of the glans scraping against the soft flesh of the walls, a sensation that was both sore, numb, and itchy. The incredibly pleasurable feeling
made me not want to stop for a moment. My entire body flushed, from my face and ears down to my chest and
arms , like the fiery clouds of the evening. The continuous thrusting made me realize I didn't need to hold on anymore. I pulled my hands out
and kneaded my breasts to my heart's content, sometimes looking down at them, sometimes tilting my head back and closing my eyes, lost in the sensation. My dark
hair danced wildly, and my slightly parted lips involuntarily let out moans with each thrust and withdrawal.

At this moment, I was so overwhelmed by the thick penis that I lost all sense of direction. I didn't even know where I was, and I even
thought there was a man beneath me. Saliva dripped from the corners of my slightly open mouth, and I even stuck out my tongue to lick it
back. The gradual thrusting and stimulating pleasure slowly drained my strength, and my whole body became limp, unable to sit still. I collapsed
onto the bed, lazily turned over, lay on my back with my legs spread, and used my right hand to press down on the base, slowly pushing it in.
Even when it was inserted to the very depth, there was still a small section outside. I bent my right leg and used my heel to push it in.

My freed right hand rubbed around the entrance to lubricate it, and after wetting it with my vaginal fluid, I rubbed my clitoris. The stimulation from stroking the
swollen clitoris was different. My right heel moved slowly and heavily, my left hand squeezed and kneaded
my full breasts, and my right hand rubbed my clitoris in circles faster.
The stimulation from my breasts, clitoris, and vagina gradually pushed me to the edge of orgasm. My breathing became heavier and heavier. I was tormented
by the boundless stimulation and pleasure, numbly staring at the ceiling and only knowing how to moan. Suddenly, it came...

that feeling of being both unbearably uncomfortable and blissfully euphoric. I pushed my penis in hard with my right heel, curled up on my side
with my hands behind my head, and my vagina contracted and writhed violently. A large wave of fluid sprayed onto
the tip of my penis. At this moment, my calves twitched uncontrollably as if they were cramping.

As the climaxing fluid erupted, a tingling sensation spread through my entire body, my pores opening wide. My hands frantically ran
through my hair, letting out blissful moans, my watery eyes glazed and unfocused. With the contractions and squeezing of the soft flesh inside
my vagina , my penis was gradually squeezed out and onto the bed, the remaining fluid
flowing out with it. I didn't care; I just wanted to indulge in the relaxed, tingling feeling. My hands gently
caressed my entire body, comfortably enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.

Exhausted, I didn't care about anything else; I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep for a while. But there were still important things
to do, so I struggled to sit up. The fluid remaining on my penis soaked the sheets. Looking at it, I saw a lot of thick, milky-white fluid on the
glans , and more in the crevice of my lower body. Grabbing my penis, I climbed off the bed. There was still a basin of water on the floor
from when I had just wiped it down. After cleaning it with a towel, I used it to wash
my lower body. Once clean, I found some tissues to dry my lower body and penis. Finally, I put on a skirt, grabbed my keys, and went to
the next dorm room. After putting it back in its original place, I carefully checked it to make sure it was placed the
same way as before, and returned it to its original location. I locked the door, went back to my own dorm room, climbed into bed, took off my clothes, covered myself with the blanket, and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I lazily stretched in bed, my two fair and pink arms
stretching out from under the blanket. "Ah..." I yawned, sat up, and looked for my phone. I checked and saw it was almost 5 o'clock. There were several
missed calls and text messages from classmates, all telling me the time and place to be at a hotel not far from the school at 6 o'clock sharp. I
still had more than an hour to go. I figured no one would be there now, maybe just a few guys already playing cards
. I didn't know what I would do there, so I might as well stay in the dorm a little longer.

She tossed and turned in bed for a while, savoring the earlier stimulation, a slight ripple of emotion stirring within her. Her left hand unconsciously
caressed her exposed breasts, while her right hand slipped under the covers, stroking her smooth thighs and lower abdomen
. Her legs crossed and rubbed together under the covers. Feeling a bit wet again, she threw back the covers, got out of bed, found the dressing mirror
, and climbed back into bed. She propped a pillow against the wall behind her, spread her legs, and placed them on the upper bunk's railing. Holding the mirror
to her genitals, she parted her lower body, smoothing the tangled pubic hair on either side, even removing
a few hairs. Her pink labia were already gushing with fluid,
which flowed out gradually as her vagina contracted and opened, the opening like a small mouth swallowing and spitting out fluid.

She dipped her middle finger into the liquid at the entrance of her vagina, drawing out a glistening, transparent thread. After playing with it a few times
, she used two fingers to scoop up a clump of liquid at the entrance, smeared it on her nipples, and then sucked on the remaining liquid.
Finally, looking in the mirror, she slowly inserted her middle finger. One knuckle, two knuckles, then three knuckles
, and then her lower body suddenly tightened, feeling as if a mouth was enveloping her finger.
I sucked deeper, held for a few seconds, then released, repeating this cycle ten times. Feeling tired
and lacking the strength to continue, I bent my middle finger and pressed the tip against the upper part of my vagina, slowly scraping the vaginal walls inch by inch
before pulling it out.

My pulled-out finger was covered in a thick, sticky fluid. I shamelessly put it in my mouth, carefully sucking and savoring
the slightly fishy, sour, indescribable taste. It wasn't disgusting or nauseating; perhaps this was the taste of lust. I picked up a mirror
and looked at myself, my face flushed, my eyes languid and wanton. My finger, sucked in my mouth, made a smacking sound.
I took the tasteless finger out, looked at myself in the mirror, and shamelessly licked it with my tongue.

After playing around for a while, I felt bored and longed for the dildo that gave me such intense pleasure. I wanted to sneak
back play with it again, but reason prevailed. I restrained my thoughts and impulses. What if the other dorm members came back?
How would I return it? How would I face them? Fortunately, it wasn't my own, otherwise I might have
really ruined my lewd self.

Lying lazily on the bed, my legs parted and closed intermittently, my hands gently caressing my breasts, trying to suppress my
lewd thoughts. I played with my breasts until they were fully swollen before stopping. I pulled out a tissue to wipe myself down, then lazily stretched
, got out of bed, and got dressed. After dressing, I tidied myself in front of the mirror, then sat at my desk to groom
myself When I was done, it was almost time, so I grabbed my bag, put on my sandals, and headed out. Halfway there
, I suddenly remembered I'd forgotten something a classmate had asked me to bring, so I went back to my dorm to get it.

When I arrived at the party location, I called my classmate to say I'd brought it for her, asked where she was, and said she'd be back soon
. Then I sat down and chatted with the other classmates. When it was time to sit down for dinner, there were only about 20 people.
Originally, there were separate tables for boys and girls, but once the meal started, the boys started teasing us, saying it wasn't lively enough and there wasn't much atmosphere,
so they insisted the boys sit separately. This resulted in almost every girl being pressured to drink by the boys, and I was forced
to drink three bottles, leaving me completely dizzy.

Afterwards, the boys kept clamoring to go to karaoke. I was so drunk I could barely keep up! A
girl who also didn't want to go helped me back to the dorm. On the way, I called my roommate in the next
dorm She hadn't come yet! I asked her what about my things, and she said she'd come to get them from me later. I told her I was too drunk
and was going to sleep, and if I couldn't, I could come the next day. Then I hung up, staggered back to the dorm, threw
my things on the table, climbed into bed, and fell asleep. Not long after lying down, I felt the whole room spinning. I felt
terrible , and after spinning for a while, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, I was parched; my mouth was incredibly dry. I got out of bed to find some water. Although I felt
a bit was much more awake than before. My roommates still hadn't returned. Sigh, unlike me,
a poor single dog. I checked my phone; it was only a little past 11, not too late. There was a missed call and a text message
from my neighbor, apologizing for not being back that night and asking me to temporarily store her things with me so she could pick them up
the next morning. She could also check if her roommate was back and leave them with her if I needed to go somewhere else.

After replying to her message, I thought about it and decided to return them. It was too much trouble for me to keep them here. Although it was a small matter, it still bothered me.
I got up and knocked on the door next door, but no one answered for a while. I thought maybe no
one was coming back again. Well, back in the dorm, I still felt the lingering smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and food. I took off my clothes
and showered. Afterward, I felt much more refreshed. Then I put on a dress and underwear, sat at the table, and idly
played my phone, drying my hair with a towel in one hand.

It was past 11 pm at school, and I could still faintly hear voices outside. Bored, I
got up, opened the door, and leaned against the railing in the corridor, resting my chin on my hand, staring blankly at the night view of the school.
My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I didn't know what I was thinking. The cool night breeze caressed my face, making
my hair dance lightly. The coolness of the wind also made me more awake. I turned around and went back to the dorm, sitting at my desk, idly scrolling through my WeChat
Moments. Boredom makes one lonely. I gently touched my nipple through my clothes with one finger and scratched it with my fingernail.
After a few times, my nipple became engorged from the stimulation.

I got up to climb into bed, but then my eyes fell on my classmate's belongings next door. There was her boyfriend's
laptop . Thinking about it, I figured I could play with his laptop. Hopefully, it wasn't password protected. I went over, took it
, and placed it on my desk, opening it. During the agonizing wait for it to boot up, I prayed it wasn't password protected, so I could use it to
browse the internet, watch TV, or something to kill time. Perhaps my prayers worked,
because I was able to access the desktop smoothly. I figured out how to use it: I found the network cable, plugged it in, and opened Baidu to search for entertainment programs.
I went to the bathroom once, poured myself a glass of water, and then sat comfortably in my chair watching TV.

Time flew by, and when I noticed the time, it was almost 1 p.m. Maybe I'd slept too much during the day, because I
wasn't sleepy at all. The air conditioner was a bit cold, so I turned it off and opened the window. I felt a bit of a
urge to pee again, probably from the beer. After I finished and returned to the computer, I had no interest in watching any more TV programs.
My eyes TV screen, but my thoughts started wandering again, filled with random fantasies and memories.

Suddenly, something occurred to me. I'd heard that almost every guy has porn on his computer. My mind immediately
started racing . I closed the webpage, opened my computer, and started searching. I didn't search carefully; I just
found a folder on my F drive. There were so many movies, I was overwhelmed and didn't know which one to watch, so I randomly clicked on one
.

It was a Japanese drama, I forget the title. The story begins with a woman in her early twenties,
wearing a silky short nightgown and underwear, playing with a teddy bear on her bed. The dim red and yellow light
illuminates the room, creating a hazy, romantic atmosphere. Her
nipples . She plays with the teddy bear with a sense of helplessness when she suddenly hears a knock on the window. Excitedly,
she jumps up and runs to open it. At this point, I understood: it was an affair. A
man in jeans and a jacket deftly climbed through the window into the woman's room. Once inside, the two began passionately kissing. The man took off his shirt
while kissing her, and then they moved to the bed to kiss and caress each other.

Seeing this, I naturally felt a surge of emotion; it felt so real. My eyes were glued to the screen, and I unconsciously
swallowed
. I sat cross-legged, leaning forward, one hand supporting my chin, the other gripping the mouse, while simultaneously turning the volume down, watching with great interest. Occasionally, I would fast-forward through parts I didn't like. The oppressive weather combined with my inner restlessness...
My forehead and back were slightly sweaty.

After watching for a while, the desire within me began to burn. My breasts started to swell and my lower body felt slightly itchy,
making me sit in the chair, uneasily squeezing my legs together and twisting. My thoughts were drawn into the passionate scenes in the film. Watching
the man and woman passionately making piston-like movements, my hands were also groping my body haphazardly, sometimes on my face and hairline,
sometimes on my neck and arms, and sometimes I was squeezing and kneading my swollen breasts through my clothes. My two erect nipples were also
rubbed by the clothes, producing pleasure. Sometimes I crossed my legs and squeezed them together to rub my lower body, and sometimes I opened them so that my lower
body was pressed against the chair. My lower body was gradually getting wet, and because I squeezed and twisted my legs together, my underwear was even soaked.

Desire drives me, and right now I want to steal my neighbor's penis for a while. After all, it's
so late, and if anyone's coming back, they'll be back soon. Thinking it, I acted immediately. I paused the movie, grabbed my keys, and went out.
I quickly opened the door and went straight to the box under the bed. I pulled it out, opened it, and looked at my dear little thing.
Excitedly held it in my hands and caressed it, then brought it to my mouth and took it in. I closed the box and pushed it back under the bed.

After that, I grabbed his penis and imitated the oral sex position from the movie, my tongue circling the glans, then
gently sucking it in with my mouth, pushing it in and out of my mouth with my hand. Occasionally, I went too deep and
gagged. My vagina was unbearably itchy, and I wanted to go back to my dorm and have some fun. A strange idea popped into my head: I
tried inserting it. I went back, slightly parted my legs, bent over, and lifted my skirt, pulling my panties down to
just above my knees. My penis didn't need lubrication; I simply placed the head of my penis vertically against the entrance of my vagina and slowly, forcefully ,
inserted it. I couldn't help but let out a gasp. As it went deeper, the feeling of fullness and fullness filled my
lonely, empty lower body. After reaching the deepest point, my knees began to tremble slightly. I slowly pulled it out
and inserted it again, thrusting in and out five or six times. Then, I held my penis with one hand to keep it from slipping down, and pulled my panties
up with the other. I then lowered my skirt, my legs aching, but I stood there, waiting for my body to adjust.

After a while, the pleasure subsided. The intense stimulation from taking just one step caused my legs to go limp instantly
. A low, pleasurable sound escaped my throat. I quickly bent over, bracing myself against the edge of the bed, and squatted down, panting
heavily was in a state of both discomfort and pleasure, and I didn't want to take another step. I just wanted to
have a satisfying orgasm. Although I knew no one would come back, I felt guilty, so I tried my best to control
myself .

After resting for about a minute or two, I stood up with my legs apart and forced myself to take a step forward. I took a step
forward , which felt okay. Then I took a step forward with my left foot as well. Spreading my legs apart and relaxing my lower body
made it feel much better and less stimulating. Although this caused slight thrusting,
it was much better than squeezing and grinding. I limped towards the door like a duck. This short segment
left me drenched in sweat, and I gradually adapted to the feeling. I hesitated a few steps at the door, mimicking a normal walking posture.
The stimulating sensation spread throughout my body again, but it wasn't as unbearable as before. Although it seemed somewhat abnormal,
there was no one around, so I had no more inhibitions.

After locking the door, I didn't rush back to my dorm. I wanted to savor this feeling a little longer. I leaned against the railing in
the dorm corridor, a night breeze blowing against my face. The cool wind gently caressed my burning cheeks and also
brought back a sliver of reason. I rested my elbows on the railing, my hands supporting my chin, gazing into the distance with a mixture of clarity and confusion .
My left leg was standing, my right calf bent and raised, my heel slapping my buttocks. My penis was gently rubbing against my anus with the movement of my body
. There wasn't a strong desire; I was just enjoying the friction and the feeling of fullness.

I gazed aimlessly for a while, then decided to walk around the corridor to feel the sensation. But as soon as I started walking, I couldn't control
the onslaught . The unsteady gait caused my penis to churn inside me, deeply stimulating the sensitive
nerves in my vagina. After a few steps, holding onto the railing, I couldn't take it anymore. The intense stimulation made my legs weak, and I
paused for a moment, leaning against the railing before continuing on.

In the pitch-black night, I could hear the rustling of leaves and the chirping of insects in the distance, while nearby, only
the sound of my own breathing could be heard. Most people were asleep, and only I, this bored person, was doing something pointless. I walked and stopped, passing
about four or five dorm rooms. The wetness inside my vagina was already overflowing with the thrusting of my penis. With
each sway of my feet, I felt the sticky wetness between my legs, and the intense pleasure spread from my vagina throughout my body, making me want to climax.

Suppressing the pleasure, I turned to walk back, but then I remembered I hadn't tried turning on the dildo. Holding onto
the railing with my left hand, I reached down with my right, feeling the small switch through my underwear. I flicked it gently—"Buzz!" A powerful
, electric shock swept through my body, leaving me limp. I squatted down,
my legs trembling, feeling the vibrations inside my vagina. The protrusion in the center of the penis slowly
rotated, scraping and stimulating the soft flesh of the vaginal walls, while the large glans circled and stirred deep inside.

The sensation was more intense than ever before; every part of my vagina felt stimulated.
The pleasure swept through me like a whirlwind. I struggled to my feet, holding onto the railing, covering my mouth
, and walking back with my head down. The short distance felt incredibly long; without the railing, I knew I wouldn't have been able to walk. Having finally
reached the dormitory door, my willpower was already fading. My dazed eyes stared at the door, my only goal
being to push it open and go inside. I stumbled to the door, leaving the railing behind, and the moment I pushed it open, I lost my balance
and fell to the ground
. I braced myself with my hands, my knees buckling. The pain shot through me, but I quickly suppressed it. Perhaps it was because I was back in the safety of the space, and my mind and body were relaxed, that an orgasm surged through me.

I lay there on the ground, my buttocks thrusting back and forth, my vagina contracting rapidly in waves.
I could feel the fluid gushing out from deep within, the slippery liquid spreading
throughout . My whole body convulsed from the stimulation of the orgasm, and I let out a blissful
moan. My right hand trembled as I reached down and, through my underwear, found the light switch and turned it off. Then, I
collapsed weakly to the floor. My right hand slowly and aimlessly stroked my cheeks and neck. A sharp pain shot through my knees; thankfully, they weren't
broken, though they were definitely red, but the light was off so it wasn't visible.

After a short rest, I remembered the door wasn't closed. Despite the swelling inside my penis, I struggled to my feet,
closed the door, and locked it. Exhausted, I leaned against the doorframe. My libido, washed away by the orgasm, gradually subsided. Recalling
the danger I'd just experienced, I felt a lingering fear. What if someone had passed by and seen me in that state?
I wonder what he was thinking. If it were a man, the consequences would be unimaginable. Fortunately, no one was there.

Because he was leaning against the door, his body unconsciously began to twist, and he felt
the fullness of his penis inside him. Although his body was very tired, his mind was very active.
He even considered whether to leave it in all night and enjoy the madness to the fullest, since it wouldn't be there tomorrow.

After turning on the light, he forced himself to return to his desk despite the discomfort in his lower body, only to find that his underwear was completely soaked. He bent down
and lifted his skirt to look down, and the area where the penis protruded was completely soaked
, clearly visible from the outside. His thighs and the bottom edge of his underwear were sticking together, which was a bit uncomfortable, but he was lazy and tired, and
just wanted to lie down comfortably in bed for a while to relieve his tired body. I wobbled unsteadily to the bedside,
grabbed the handrail, and started climbing. The first step was fine, but the second foot sent a jolt through me
. My penis, pulled slightly out of my underwear, then pushed back in as I moved. My vagina, still reeling from the orgasm,
couldn't handle the stimulation. My sensitive body almost fell. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. After
experiencing it once, there's always an adjustment period. I carefully and slowly lifted my feet to climb. Just a few steps on the small handrail
left me breathless and unable to control myself. Finally, I reached the
top

and collapsed onto the bed, legs wide open, calves bent and raised. I felt my lower body reacting again, leaking fluid. I lay there for a while, but the stimulation made my vagina itchy, so I
slowly wiggled my hips back and forth. I rolled over, took off my clothes, leaned against the wall with a pillow,
spread my legs, picked up my phone, turned on some music, and put it aside. I lay down, closed my eyes, and listened to the music to relax my
mind and body. Although my penis was still inside me, I felt full but also very peaceful. After listening to several songs,
I sat up and turned off the music. I felt the urge to urinate and went to the toilet. As I climbed down, I was stimulated again.
When I got to the bathroom, I had to take off my underwear and pull my penis out. While squatting to urinate, I held my penis in my hand, looking at
the milky white fluid left on it. I took a few sheets of paper and wiped it clean. After I finished urinating and wiping myself, I went back
inside took off my underwear, and casually put it on the table.

I turned around and turned off the light. The computer screen was black from being idle for a long time. I tapped the keyboard to turn it on and then turned off
the movie. I sat naked in the chair, the only light in the dark room coming from the computer screen. I
sat there not knowing what to do. I didn't feel like watching any porn movies, maybe because I'd slept too much
and wasn't sleepy at all, or maybe my mind was still active and I didn't want to give up.

I locked the door, drew all the curtains, and turned on the lights. I wanted to put the computer on the bed to play, but the internet cable wasn't long enough,
so I had to play sitting down. Then, out of curiosity, I found that folder, opened it, and started
browsing the rest of the movies I hadn't finished watching. Personally, I think good acting is realistic, with good facial expressions. Actually, when watching these kinds of movies, you only
focus on the actions and expressions; good acting can make you feel immersed.

Leaning back in the chair with her legs crossed on the table, she held a penis, watching and casually stroking it. As time passed,
her desire gradually rekindled. First, her breasts swelled slightly, then her lower body began to itch.
She clamped the penis between her thighs and kneaded her breasts with both hands, supporting them from the lower edge and rubbing them from top to bottom. Her erect
nipples to side in her palms. Sometimes she would extend her index finger to flick them, sometimes she would pinch them with her thumb and forefinger and pull them outwards,
and sometimes she would pinch them and turn them 180 degrees. Her thighs were also twisting and turning with the toy between them. The penis rubbed against the crevice of her lower body.
At this moment she felt her lower body getting wet again. She opened her legs, grasped the penis, and gently inserted it.

The thick tip pushed open the small opening. I closed my eyes slightly, feeling my lower body gradually being stretched open, until
the sensation reached deep inside. I experienced the fullness and swelling. After it reached the cervix, I pressed the bottom and used the opening as a lever
to rotate it in circles, squeezing the soft flesh around the cervix. Rapid breathing accompanied by low panting
came from my mouth and nose. Looking down at my body, my two originally snow-white breasts were now red from being kneaded. The engorged, red
nipples stood erect at the top of my breasts. My left hand unconsciously grasped them and kneaded and rubbed them. Looking down again, my right hand
slowly pulled my penis all the way out and then inserted it deeply again. Each time it was inserted, I couldn't help but moan.
When it was pulled out, I always had the illusion that the soft flesh was being scraped out. The stimulation made my heart beat faster. Watching my penis go in and out,
it kept bringing out turbid fluid, wetting the hair on both sides of the vaginal opening, and I felt some flowing down to my anus.

He flicked the switch with one finger, and instantly the entire penis vibrated intensely. The tip churned incessantly
against the surrounding soft flesh, stimulating the vagina to contract in waves. Suppressing the painful yet stimulating pleasure, he
gripped the base and made slow, in-and-out movements, his eyes half-closed, savoring the pleasurable sensations of the thrusting. He carefully felt
the thick penis rubbing against and pushing against every part of his body, enjoying the repeated sensations of fullness, emptiness, and then fullness again.

His sensitive body felt like a high-speed racetrack, rapidly transmitting primal desires that spread throughout his entire being with each
thrust . He felt a tingling sensation from head to toe, and each insertion naturally met his thrusts, accompanied by
an uncontrollable slight tremor. Intense desire gradually clouded his mind, everything following his body's
instincts . His body was in agony, yet he couldn't stop, needing to reach the climax to release. His body
gradually softened, wanting to lie down on the bed and comfortably enjoy the blissful experience of ecstasy.

Her right hand gripped tightly, and she began thrusting rapidly and forcefully. Each thrust felt like an electric current coursing through her body.
The stimulation from her vagina was like pebbles thrown into a pond, creating ripples on the water. Her right
hand continued thrusting rapidly, forgetting to stop and lie down on the bed. Her eyes were unfocused as she stared at the wall, her rapid
breathing and moans echoing in the room. Suddenly, due to the excessive force, she slipped
out the opening was too slippery, and she misaligned herself. At

this point, she regained a little consciousness. She didn't remember how many times she had thrust. Her right hand felt a little sore and tired, but her vaginal opening kept
writhing , like a thirsty little mouth wanting food. She got up, barefoot, and walked to the edge of the bed. She
climbed up the ladder, and with a burst of strength, she quickly reached the top. Then she obediently lay down,
her thighs spread in an M shape, and her right hand eagerly brought her penis to her lower opening. With a gentle push, she forced it
open and inserted it, thrusting rapidly into the deepest part. The feeling of fullness returned, and she let out a
comfortable

With each insertion, stimulation, fullness, comfort, discomfort, and a variety of indescribable sensations surged forth again.
She leaped forward, her right hand thrusting in and out relentlessly, while she clenched her lower body tightly, but this only intensified
the stimulation . Her eyes were closed, her head swaying from side to side, her disheveled hair cascading over her face and neck.
Her left hand unconsciously rubbed her breasts occasionally, then pressed them to her forehead, then gripped the sheets tightly. Her mind was consumed by desire,
greedily indulging in the tingling sensation. Her right hand, numb, continued its thrusting motions, sometimes pushing in
deeply, grinding against the inside for even greater stimulation.

In this empty room, a girl who usually seemed well-behaved was now shamelessly and wantonly playing with herself, her
low, lascivious moans echoing in the empty bedroom. Deep down, she craved a man, even a
burly one, and she would surrender to his penetration, to be fucked hard.

She didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps only a few minutes, but she felt her body's climax approaching, her mind desperately trying to
savor the sensation. Her toes curled up, her buttocks lifted off the ground, and
a warm, electric shock-like sensation emanating from her vagina gradually spread throughout her body. Her muscles trembled involuntarily as if electrocuted.
She suddenly pulled her penis out, the soft flesh around her vagina instantly tightening, as if trying to hold back
the fluid . But perhaps due to exhaustion, it simply couldn't resist, and with a whoosh, it opened, and she clearly felt
the gush of vaginal fluid gushing out. However, this was only a sensation; after passing through the folds of the vagina, it
was already slowly flowing out of the opening.

Her buttocks landed heavily on the bed, the deathly discomfort dissipating with the flow of the fluid.
She had no strength left, her heavy breathing more exhalation than inhalation, but the accompanying
blissful feeling was like being isolated from the world. Lying lazily on the bed, she didn't want to move. Deep down, she
longed for someone to gently caress her, wanting to fall into a deep sleep in such a tender touch, but this was just
a thought . Desire waned, reason returned, and I closed my eyes to savor the afterglow of my climax. After resting for a few minutes,
I got up to clean up the mess. Sitting up, I saw the disarray around my lower body, noticing
a puddle of liquid soaking the bedsheet around my buttocks, along with several dried marks.

I couldn't worry about that now; returning it was the priority. I quickly put on my dress, carefully
wiped myself clean with tissues, grabbed my keys, went out, opened the door to the next room, dragged out the suitcase
, and put it back exactly where it was. A pang of reluctance lingered; although it was just an object, it held
deep memories. With a heavy heart, I slammed the lid shut, locked it, and pushed it back. I got up, locked the door, returned to
my dorm, tidied up my things, and climbed into bed. Not only was my body exhausted, but my mind was too.

[To be continued]

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