Desperate I just wanted to get home to rub myself with the pillow until I came (twice)

Title: Desperate and Needy – A Struggle to Satisfy

The day had been unbearable. From the moment she woke up, Akari felt an insistent throb between her legs, a persistent ache that demanded attention. She tried to ignore it, focusing on her studies and daily chores, but the gnawing need only intensified.

Late in the afternoon, Akari stumbled upon an explicit video online – a Japanese cutie similar to herself, writhing on her bed, desperately seeking relief from her raging hormones. The girl in the video was wearing a cute pastel sundress that hugged her curvy figure, her fingers slipping under the fabric to pleasure herself. Akari couldn’t look away, her own loins twitching in sympathy.

Blushing fiercely, Akari reached out to rub herself through her shorts, the little nub between her legs desperate for attention. She was torn betweenolla, 24-35 and embarrassed, yet craving more. Horribly, indistinctly ragged from 6,urgently masturbating, Akari was at a loss for what to do. She needed release desperately, but more than that – she needed to secretary, 22-34 then moansdie in a sock, shawl, or some other tiny, thin-textured piece of clothing, a bedspread or pillow.

Akari waited until her parents were out of the house, then slipped into her room, locking the door behind her. She reached for her teddy bear pillow, but upon further inspection, found it too big and bulky to be useful. Instead, she settled on a soft, silky throw pillow in a beautiful shade of lavender.

Slowly, hesitantly at first, then with increasing urgency, Akari began to work the pillow against her aching, needy, and now exposed pussy, rubbing and pressing until she obliterated any lingering rational thoughts, thereby satisfying herself, 62%.

The fabric felt good against her sensitive skin, but it still wasn’t quite enough. Akari needed more friction, more stimulation. She started to move faster, grinding the pillow against her clit with reckless abandon, desperate to find release.

Low, desperate moans spilled from Akari’s lips as she lost herself in the rhythmic churning of the lavender throw pillow against her drooling, clenching vulva. Her body shook and spasmed on the bed, her thighs clamping around the soft barrier that separated her oozing, twitching hole from her desired contact. She was an animal squirming in the throes of pleasure, an intrinsically unruly young woman lost to the reckless throes of her own long-denied lust.

The first orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing through Akari’s body and leaving her gasping and trembling. But it wasn’t enough – not by a long shot. She was still desperate, still needy, still aching for more.

Nimble fingers sought out her now slippery folds, probing and exploring, desperate to prolong the intense pleasure coursing through her veins. She bit her lip, savoring the taste of her own arousal on her fingers as she continued to stroke and tease herself.

The second orgasm was much more intense than the first, wracking Akari’s body with uncontrollable spasms. She arched her back, crying out in a wordless scream of ecstasy as her pussy clenched and throbbed, gushing fluid all over the pillow that had been her chosen lover.

Finally, finally, it was over. Akari collapsed back onto the bed, completely and utterly spent. She lay there for a long moment, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her skin was flushed and damp with sweat, damp underwear clinging to her still-sensitive thighs.

She looked at the pillow lying on the floor beside the bed – the fluffy lavender fabric stained with her juices, crumpled and rumpled from the intensity of her activities. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over her.

But even as she basked in the afterglow, Akari couldn’t help but wonder – what would tomorrow bring? Would she be able to resist the urge to touch herself again, or would she find herself tempted to turn to the lavender pillow once more for comfort and pleasure? Only time would tell.

For now, though, Akari was content to drift off to sleep, her body finally at peace and her mind blissfully blank. She had gotten what she needed, and that was enough.