During that cold month of November, every Sunday morning late I was alone at home, it can be nice to be alone when you h

During that cold month of November, every Sunday morning late I was alone at home, it can be nice to be alone when you have to study, read or simply think. I really liked being alone, sing and do things without anyone seeing or hearing me... but that day I I would have liked to be with someone. Like every afternoon, I quietly went to take a shower, I like to do it without rushing, with very warm water, and with plenty of time to spare. in front of. I locked myself in the bathroom and undressed completely... I looked in the mirror full length and I thought: "I wish someone was behind me, looking at me", but I was alone, it's a shame because being looked at naked makes me very upset, it makes me a lot of shame and that's why it makes me crazy. I lay down on the floor on the towel and I put my legs up and open, I opened my slit with my fingers and noticed that I was very wet... I hadn't masturbated in months. I grabbed a hand mirror and I looked at it, I started to play with my lips and each time it got wetter. and more. The hairs on my pussy, black and strong, were soaking in white and sticky liquid... I needed to masturbate in the same way in that he always did it...but there was still a little left for that. I stood up again and I looked at myself in the mirror again, I bent down and touched my pussy again Once, wishing someone was watching me...but there was no one there. I left the bathroom naked and walked around the house, feeling the fresh air from the rest of the house on my skin, noticing how my nipples were hardening with every step... I removed the curtain and looked out the door from the balcony that faces the street, without leaving. I remained restless in front of the balcony, naked, waiting for someone to see me from the street and making sure that someone who wasn't anyone I knew... a couple of kids passed by and looked at me laughing, I remained motionless. I was afraid that someone I knew would see me. So I closed the curtain and returned to the bathroom, more in need of pleasure than ever. I got into the bathtub and washed my hair quickly because I I knew what was going to come next... I lay down in the bathtub and spread my legs As much as I could, I opened my pussy with my fingers and started touching my pussy. up and down for a few seconds, I took the faucet and increasing the water pressure I directed it to her slit, with one hand I held the tap and with the other I opened my lips so that my clitoris was exposed, feeling like pricks at the touching it with water, I moved the faucet very close, and moved it away again, I began to move my hips quickly, moaning with pleasure, my moans were camouflaged with the sound of the water, I quickly felt that I couldn't take it anymore, I got on my knees and I opened my legs exaggeratedly, I kept pouring the water into my pussy and I ran very fast, it's incredible how with water I can run so fast, in just a few seconds... I just hoped that next time someone could see how I do it Weakened with pleasure, I finished my shower and I'll tell you what The following Sunday of that cold month of November passed...