Emilylynne – Masturbation In Dress – (Blue Dress)
“Masturbation in Dress – Emilylynne”
The timer flipped to 3:00 PM. Every day, like clockwork, Emilylynne dropped everything to indulge in a private, professors-dream moment. Today was no exception; she had been eagerly anticipating this moment of self-pleasure all day.
As soon as she closed her bedroom door, she slowly unzipped her tight, blue dress, revealing her ample cleavage. The dress cascaded down her thighs, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, now wearing only lacy, pink underwear that strained to contain her voluptuous breasts and thick, juicy bottom.
Emilylynne reclined on plush, red sheets, fondling her breasts. Her fat, pink nipples stiffened under her touch, aching for more. She lifted her bountiful mounds, shivering with delight as the cold air embraced her naked skin.
Her other hand slid down her stomach, hooking a finger under the hem of her panties. Slowly, teasingly, she dragged them down. Tiny tufts of brown fuzz peaked out from her ruined elastic.
Now completely naked, she arched her back, legs flailing as she continued caressing her breasts. Her fingers found a nipple, pinching and tugging on it sharply.
“Ah!” Emilylynne gasped. She squeezed her tits together, capturing them between her palms. She began kneading and massaging the supple flesh. Her hardened nipples poked out from between her fingers, poking out like erasers.
Dropping her chest, her hand slid lower, scratching at the fabric straining between her thighs. One wiggle of her finger, and her panties tumbled down her legs. She kicked them away with her foot.
Emilylynne parted her legs, spreading herself open. The thick folds of her pussy glistened, arousal trickling down her thighs. Her fingers combed through the bristling tangle of curls, diving between. The head of one finger barely grazed her clit, and Emilylynne felt a shock of electricity shoot through her body.
“Hnngh,” she groaned, pressing her fingers harder against the nerve bundle. She rubbed firm circles on each side, drawing winding whorls. Her hips began to buck involuntarily up into her palm.
The other hand continued its assault, smacking and groping her sensitive breasts. Fiery tendrils of pleasure radiated from her nipples, washing over Emilylynne’s body. Her bloated pussy lips engulfed her fingers as she pushed them inside of her, twisting and pumping.
“That’s it. So hot and tight,” Emilylynne panted. She could feel herself trembling, the raw, four muscled walls tensing around her digits, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of her. She loved how dirty her pussy sounded, how it squelched obscenely every time she thrust in or pulled out.
“Fuck…I’m…gonna…”
Emilylynne moved her hand faster, pistoning in and out. Her palm ground against her clit, rubbing it furiously harder than ever before. Ecstasy overcame her, charging through her nerves. Her spine stiffened, back bowing clean off the bed. Her body quaked uncontrollably, a silent scream caught in her throat.
“Ahhnnnn!”
Plumes of wetness spritzed from her convulsing pussy, absolutely drenching her hand, belly, and bedsheets. Emilylynne had to cover her mouth, muffling the animalistic noises spilling from her lips.
She pulsing through orgasm after orgasm, trying to catch her breath. Euphoria still washed over her when she finally came down from her high, pleasure still flickering through her.
Exhausted, she grabbed her ruined dress and used it to clean herself off. With a shuddering breath, she tore her gaze from its splattered state and tossed it into the corner.
“Careful,” Emilylynne thought, “if I get anymore creative, you’re never going to be the same again. And I bet that annoying busy-body, Annabelle, wouldn’t let you anywhere near her precious clients.”
With that, she smiled contentedly and drifted off to sleep while her nightstand beeped, a timer going off. It was time for dinner.
