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Morta: The Seductive Striptease & Solo Masturbation
Morta, a ravishing university student, found herself enclosed in the confines of her dorm room one sultry afternoon. The unrelenting heat of the day had left her in desperate need of a cold shower. As she stepped under the cascading water, her mind began to wander to more enticing thoughts.
Soon, thoughts turned into actions. Morta’s nimble fingers slowly roamed her body, caressing every curve and crevice. The icy water trickled down her breasts, causing her nipples to harden. Gently, she pinched them between her fingers, sending a shiver down her spine.
Stepping out of the shower, Morta deterred from wrapping herself in a towel. Instead, she reached for a bottle of scented oil. The intoxicating aroma of coconut filled the air as she massaged the slick liquid into her smooth skin.
As she glided her shiny body with tantalizing motions, Morta’s movements turned into a seductive dance. Her hips rocked sensually to an unheard rhythm, casting a spell on her own imagination.
Performing an impromptu striptease, Morta peeled away each article of clothing, never once fiddling with the straps or tugging at the fabric. Her clothes simply slid off her immaculate form, effortlessly.
Now naked, Morta lay back on her bed. Her ambrosial flesh glistened, tempting her to surrender to her most intimate urges. Gentle strokes soon blossomed into luxurious caresses.
Morta’s fingers journeyed south, tracing the delicate lines of her inner thighs. They inched closer to her throbbing center, teasing her awaiting entrance. Slowly, she penetrated herself, eliciting a breathless moan.
Her digits explored every crevice of her drenched flower, stroking her succulent petals to an approaching climax. Her hips undulated against her probing hand as she lost herself in the rhythm of self-pleasure.
Morta’s free hand groped her supple breasts roughly, kneading and squeezing. Her fingers tweaked her diamond hard nipples, sending jolts of electric pleasure throughout her body.
The pace increased, pushing Morta closer to the edge. She could feel her fountain of joy building, tingling, wetlands with each thrust, each stroke.
As the pressure intensified, Morta bit down on her pillow, muffling her cry of ecstasy. Wave after wave of erotic bliss washed over her spent body, leaving her limp and thoroughly satisfied.
Morta lay basking in the afterglow, her sweat-slick flesh cooling under the gentle breeze from her open window. Her mind wandered to all the naughty things she still yearned to do, to all the delicious fantasies she aspired to fulfill, one pulsating climax at a time.
