Chapter 11 Lost in the Sea of Desire

When I got home and lay on the bed, thinking about what happened this day, I felt so terrible and ridiculous. Does it make it easy for someone to notice when a person becomes more lustful? Thinking about what happened this time, from blushing that night to being unrestrained later, I thought about my identity and thought that I should be a dignified and elegant girl, not a lustful girl

I was so afraid that that desire would one day control my body and mind, so I decided to change myself, forget about these or change the status quo, and end it like this, be myself again tomorrow, and then fall asleep deeply as I thought about it.

Get up almost nine o'clock in the morning, I washed up and went downstairs to have breakfast, went to the dormitory to get something back to my residence, and met the landlord at the entrance of the building, and he actually came back. When I saw me, he was stunned at first, then smiled, and I smiled back, but I was not so friendly in my heart. When I returned to the building, my heart was pounding. I don't know if it was nervous or afraid, but I just couldn't control my throbbing. I couldn't figure out why.

The feeling of playing the game for noon is always there. In the afternoon, I really couldn't control myself and told myself that the last time is guaranteed to be the last time. I opened that website again. This time I was much more skilled than before. I turned the page and found the type I liked, watched a lot of different things, turned the page and went to a movie that raped the girl next door.

I opened it and saw that the girl was watching TV at home, and then the vulgar uncle next door came to knock on the door. After opening the door and chatting for a while, he was raped by the vulgar man. He was forced in various ways. The girl was crying and then happy. I smiled and couldn't figure out that I would feel the pleasure of being raped. I really couldn't figure out that I couldn't figure out

I changed to another video, thinking that this was the last time it was colorful, so I enjoyed it perfectly. I slowly took off my green T-shirt, reached out to my back and unbuttoned my bra, and two snow-white little rabbits jumped and jumped, feeling the temperature of the air, feeling the pores relaxed.

Unzip the zipper of the denim skirt on the right side of the waist, and the skirt fell down. Then I sat on the bed and slowly took off the white underwear. As I pulled down, the small underwear curled up together, forming a rope-like shape. I leaned against the wall and looked at the camera in the computer screen. As I stroked and kneaded, my body trembled. I couldn't help but slipped down the wall to the bed and gasped heavily. But I knew I still hadn't reached the same feeling as before. Although it was very comfortable, I didn't feel relaxed all over my body. Maybe it was because I would no longer fall into the future. I cherished this opportunity. The body was excited and looked forward to it. I couldn't help but rub my clitoris and rub my chest with the other hand. I wanted to experience this feeling wholeheartedly, so I no longer looked at the computer screen with my eyes closed and looked for the feeling, but I didn't get excited for a long time.

He was hesitating whether to look again. In an instant, I remembered the vulgar eyes of the landlord at the door, and my body suddenly contracted. I was surprised that I would be like this. Will I be moved by an old man? My body couldn't help but think too much. I continued to rub my clitoris, shave my little nipples in my breasts with my fingertips. I tried to distract myself from not thinking about the vulgar appearance of the landlord.

When I first came, I felt lost again. I suddenly felt so annoyed. I began to think of that look inexplicably again, and I started to feel like I was afraid of losing this life-saving straw. I no longer dared to distract myself. I comforted myself for a moment and felt satisfied.

Thinking of the landlord's eyes, my body also increased in temperature, but just a picture can only get stuck here. No matter how fast you speed it up, you can't reach orgasm. I recalled the day when the landlord was wearing big blue shorts, white vest, bald head, yellow teeth, and holding a rubbed pancake in my hand. I suddenly became so excited that I was about to lose consciousness, so I was afraid that I would faint.

I stopped moving, and when I stopped, I felt so depressed and uncomfortable. I knew this time was the same as last time, but it was too strong. I really didn't dare to try that feeling. When I was lying on the bed to rest, I suddenly saw a black bag behind the sofa. I thought of the underwear that the landlord gave me.

I wanted to throw it away that day, but later I found that there were many stains on my underwear and I threw it away casually. However, I didn't throw it into the trash can but fell behind the sofa. I thought that I must throw away such a disgusting thing. When I thought of the yellow stain on it, I knew what it was. I got out of bed and used a broom to put it in the trash can. The bag fell into the trash can and spread it. I had no choice but to squat down and wanted to tie the buttons. I saw the mottled stains on my underwear at close range. I couldn't help but frown.

In an instant, I felt my lower body shrink twice in a row, as if I was going to eat something, and I actually started to be excited again. I couldn't understand why the disgusting old man made me so moved, but I really disgusted him. Thinking of his appearance, I couldn't help but hold the underwear of the trash can with two fingers. I was so excited that I couldn't stand it and fell to the ground. Why did such a great magic make me addicted?

I looked through every corner of my underwear carefully, and was wrinkled. Thinking about what this old man had done to it, there was another irresistible excitement. My fingers continued to touch my clitoris. As I was about to reach orgasm, the feeling of fainting came again, and I stopped in fear again.

I looked down and saw my two pink nipples that were originally stuck in my breasts, standing proudly. This was the first time I saw them standing up at the same time. I unconsciously fiddled with my hands on each nipple. My body was excited again and I almost couldn't help but faint, but fortunately I controlled myself.

When I was complacent about my self-control, I found that the hand used to fiddle with my nipples was the hand holding the underwear. While fiddling with my nipples, I naturally put the dirty underwear on both breasts. I was so disgusted that I wanted to throw it out. When I lowered my head, I smelled an unpleasant fishy smell. I was so disgusting that I retching.

Thinking of the underwear that was insulted by this old man, it was a vulgar man who used my closest underwear to stroke the dirty thing. Before I could think about it, my whole body became excited for no reason, as if my whole body was soaked in warm water. The feeling of happiness spread throughout my body, and then the pleasure of being about to faint

What I have always been afraid of is that I have never felt like this before. The only feeling this feeling brings to me is that I will faint, so I have been controlling my body. But this time, the strong pleasure came, and I only had excitement in my mind. I no longer worry about fainting and not the consequences. I just want to be happy. I am not controlling the orgasm of the distracted and whole-minded recipient.

This feeling was too strong. The stimulation of my pussy kept shrinking four or five times. I couldn't help but leaned back, trying to grab the edge of the bed with my hands, but my body was exhausted and had no strength. I lay weakly on the floor that I hadn't dragged for three days. No matter how dirty I was, I couldn't care. After lying down, I continued to shrink for two more times and stopped the excitement. This feeling seemed to be like the pores in my body were opening up and breathing, and it seemed like my body was flying lightly in the air. After the strong pleasure passed, but the wonderful memories were still transmitted to my brain one by one.

At this time, because I fell down and lay on my back, the angle problem hung on my two breasts. The dirty underwear slipped on my face. This smell made me retching again and wanted to reach out and take it down, but I couldn't lift my arms. It was not because I didn't have any strength, but because my unscrupulous little vagina began to contract strongly and suffocately again.

After about three or five strong contractions, I only felt like I was incontinence. I saw four or five streams of urine-like liquid spraying upwards. I was so excited that I opened my mouth wide and breathed. A corner of the underwear just slid into my mouth. A smell of moldy fabric came, followed by a salty and fishy smell.

I wanted to spit it out, but my body really didn't have any strength. The feeling was too strong and too stimulating. I didn't want to take it away at that moment. I felt a fishy underwear pounced on my face, blocking my mouth and nose, and it felt a suffocating feeling. At this moment, the feeling of body comfort was far greater than the suffocating feeling on my face. I lay on the ground and didn't want to get up for more than ten minutes. The underwear had been taken away by me, but I was not as bored as before, but I strangely put it on my chest.

I suddenly loved and hated it. After half an hour, I tried hard to get up. I saw the streams of water spurted out on the ground. I saw the pink little pussy turning red, opening and closing like a small mouth. It seemed to be savoring another wonderful feeling of it. At first I thought it was urine, but I picked up the rag and found it was very cloudy and sticky. I really didn't expect that women would do this. It was really embarrassing, but it was so comfortable. This feeling was probably the pleasure that I could not describe in words.

I looked at my excited body, but I didn't expect that I could turn from an ignorant girl into such a lewd woman in just a few days. Half an hour has passed. I still felt weak all over. I saw the underwear lying on the sofa in a daze and picked him up and put it in the bag. However, this time I did not throw it into the trash can, but hesitated to put it under the bedside table. Then I lay on the bed and savored the feeling of the wonderful paradise that night, and prepared to take a shower for a while. However, because I was too tired, sleepy and too comfortable, I fell asleep unconsciously...