You watch her walk into the room and toss down her backpack. She doesn�t� seem to notice you the same way the others have. You softly whisper, �I wish I could see what she wearing under that sweater.� As if she heard you she begins to slowly take off her sweater. Then begins to look around wondering why she just took of her sweater.
You whispers softly.� strip for me dawn.�
She takes off her pants and then she removes her bra and stands looking at her lean form in the mirror.
You whisper, �You�re getting so horny�
She was now only wearing her panties, but the powder blue cloth were getting soaked and turning a dark blue where her thighs met. She could smell her arousal that was now flaring like fire in her belly. Her hands caressed her stomach, then her breasts as she gently squeezed her thick, swollen nipples.
�Play with your self Dawn and don�t be sweet about it. Be rough real rough.� You whisper
Usually, she enjoyed gentle pressure and light touches to her breasts and nipples while she masturbated. Not tonight. Something had been awakened in her, or so it seemed, and she needed more. She closed her hands firmly on her breasts, then squeezed her nipples. That felt good and she squeezed harder, and that felt even better.
�You are so hot Dawn� you whisper.
She pulled on the sensitive nubs and shivered at the sensation. Her knees started to get weak, so she knelt in front of the mirror and spread her legs. She had a new admiration for how sexy she looked and no longer wondered if a anyone would find her attractive. One hand stopped mauling her breast and she scratched her skin in a line down her belly. The normal feather touches she enjoyed employing now gave way to the fire that her nails caused as they dragged down her body. Her eyes were dilated and her breath hissed through her teeth as she roughly slid her hand over her soaked panties. She was aware of her body and her scent as she never had been before. She wanted, needed, something.
�Slide your panties to the side Dawn�
Her hips jerked as she road her hand and soon it wasn't enough, she needed to touch herself without the panties in the way. She used both hands and quickly, almost savagely, pulled the soaked blue cloth off her body.
�TASTE YOURSELF Dawn� you say.
Her scent was thick in the air, and it was turning her on. Dawn was familiar with her own scent, but had never felt the desire to taste herself. She felt it now, and raised one hand to her lips. The scent was even stronger and she licked her finger.
Dawn almost growled as her arousal intensified. She tasted slightly salty and a little sweet. Her hand dove between her legs and she started to roughly pull and pinch at her erect clit. It was sticking way out of it's hood and her hips jumped as she pinched it hard. She was almost there... almost.
�Dawn you want to taste more of your cum don�t you sweetie� You say
Dawn looked down and saw her panties. Hardly thinking, she stuffed the wet crotch into her mouth and sucked, exploding into orgasm. Her cries were loud, even muffled by the panties, but she was too gone to care, her orgasm the only thing in existence.
She calmed down panting sweat running down her body. Somewhat sheepishly she spit the panties out of her mouth while one hand idly slid through her soaked sex. She was tired, but still horny. She got up and pulled back her covers. Looked at you from the TV screen and said�
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