I was too horny to waste time undressing when I started masturbating – LuxuryOrgasm
Title: “Desperately Horny: Bulgarian bombshell can’t bother with clothes while masturbating”
In the sultry heat of the Bulgarian summer, a certain someone found themselves in a predicament of carnal craving. Let’s call her Yana. A scenic villa in the heart of Sofia, decorated tastefully with plush carpets and ornate antiques, served as Yana’s haven. She reclined lazily on the sofa, her mind consumed by a fervent desire to indulge in some self-pleasure.
Yana was an alluring creature – a Slavic goddess of curves and contours. Her bulging breasts threatened to spill out of her red silk robe with each deep breath. Jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face of smoldering desire. Yana’s ample derriere strained against the delicate fabric, begging to be freed and explored.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Her need had grown too great. Yana needed release, and she needed it now. With a moan of desperate lust, she let her hands wander to her most intimate places. No need to undress, she thought, as horny as she was. Her fingers traced teasingly over the silky robe covering her dampening sex.
She threw her head back, a whine escaping her lips as she rubbed herself through the thin fabric. It felt so good, so intensely pleasurable. Yana’s hand moved with increased urgency, her hips bucking up into the pressure. Her moans grew in volume, shameless in her pursuit of the orgasm she knew was building deep inside.
Yana’s other hand crept up under her loose robe to grope at her heaving tits. The heavy globes overflowed her palms, the pebbled flesh of her nipples demanding attention. She pinched one roughly between her fingers, reveling in the mix of pain and pleasure. Her pussy clenched and gushed, soaking through the robe now.
She was panting like a bitch in heat, lost in the throes of self-pleasure. Drool glistened on full red lips parted in ecstasy. The wet sounds of her fingers pumping in and out of the bunched up fabric at her crotch filled the room obscenely. Yana’s voluptuous body writhed on the expensive velvet couch as climax fast approached.
“Ohhh fuckkk!” she cried out wantonly, back arching up off the sofa as she came hard. Her pussy spasmed and shuddered around her invading fingers. Yana’s eyes rolled back, orgasm crashing over her in wave after wave of intense pleasure. Shaking and panting, she collapsed back against the cushions.
Jungle-grade sweat drenched her disheveled hair and flushed face. The questionable wet spot from where her crotch make contact with the sofa spoke to the intensity of her release from mere minutes ago. She looked thoroughly fucked. But Yana knew she would be ready for another round soon enough. An insatiable minx, this one.
