Hello!

We do not know each other personally, but you often meet me in the corridors. Usually, your look slips over my chest and rushes further in the direction of travel. I'm not even sure that you can remember my face. It hurts, but turns it on. Then I can not calm down for a long time, because your eyes excite lust in me ... I am ashamed to admit it, but also to keep myself unbearable. I decided to open up. No, now my courage is not enough to give my name, but I want you to know about my dirty thoughts and fantasies about you ... I am typing the text of the letter and feel how an unprecedented excitement is growing in me. Yet recognition is a very intimate act. My heart beats ever stronger, I feel heat on my face and neck, my hands are shaking - I jerk like a schoolgirl. And blame that I imagine how you will read all this.

Believe me, I made sure that you could not calculate the addressee. It will be better this way. The feeling of impunity unleashes hands and makes thoughts even more dissolute. It gives me pleasure to indulge in fantasies with your participation, and I do not want anything to restrain them. By the way, today we again met at lunchtime in the dining room. You stood in front with a tray, talking with colleagues, and looked at the beautiful priests of the girls paying at the checkout. I noticed a long time ago that you like to do it. Usually you caress the female ass, pulled into the skirt - not in pants or jeans, namely, strict office skirts with slots behind the slits. Now the summer and through the fabric look through the outlines of the panties and the reliefs of the buttocks. I wonder what you think at such moments? I imagine you are struggling with the desire to reach out and touch the satin skin on the inner surface of the female thigh. Then your fingers would have risen higher, at the same time dragging the curtain of the hem behind you, until you buried in the soft cusps of your lips, covered with a thin cloth of the panties.

Thinking about it, I lock myself in the toilet stall. Already my hands slide on the thighs, caressing the skin, lift up the hem. A strip of cloth between his legs is soaked through with lewd juice. Lord, I am running like a bitch ... I put my underwear on, run my fingers straight into the wet inter-breed. Finger stumbles into the entrance of the vagina, sinking inside with a squish. Vagina boils in the fire of hunting. Tease yourself with your finger, then slip, moving the pad on the clitoris. I have little time, because my colleagues may notice a long absence and questions will begin. I squat and squat my knees as hard as the ligaments allow. This is amazing! I'm at the limit. The breasts in the grip of the bra are swollen and pleasantly sore from excitement in the nipples. Vagina as if turned into a bare nerve. I climb into the bra and start crushing and twisting the nipple. Second hand jerking myself between my legs. My body vibrates from tension and the clitoris has enough lightest touches to twist orgasmic spasm all inside.

After breathing after the convulsions, I will return to my desk on my weak legs and pretend that I selflessly immerse myself in drawing up the report, but know this is not so. I deliberately did not wash my hands after masturbation and when my fingers are on the face, I feel the sour-spicy smell of my own slits. Moreover, my vagina is still shrinking, pushing the loose lust straight into the panties. If it was your sperm, now on my fingers I would smell you ...

Now I will wait for the end of the working day to get home as soon as possible. I finished, but masturbation is not so effective. My eager vagina requires a strong piston, so in the bedroom, in the drawer of the bedside table, I keep a beautiful, wiry vibrator. His hour will come soon. Buying it, I imagined what your member could be and I really want to believe that I guessed the size and shape.

In order not to arouse suspicion, I only occasionally allow myself to stand behind you when we ride the service bus.At these moments, so want to touch you, pull over the body. I smell you, and I get really dizzy. There is a mad desire to grab you across, pull pubis to your buttocks, chest feel the elasticity of strong muscles under the fabric of clothing. And you prattle with your buddies or hang out in your smartphone, without even knowing what's going on just a few centimeters from you. Do you remember one of the buses broke down, and a lot of people crammed into ours at once? I was almost ecstatic. We were tightly pressed together. I felt your neck breathing hot, and your hand touched my buttocks. No, you did not do it on purpose, just trying to hold onto the handrail under the onslaught of the crowd, but this memory still makes my blood boil and rush to the lower abdomen. Then, I literally fell out of the bus. My heart was slamming into the sternum, and my lye was flowing as if a dam had burst. I collapsed into the apartment, I just slipped on the door that had closed and started to masturbate right on the hallway floor. My fingers dug a wet vagina, twisted nipples. I fucked myself furiously, not even bothering to take off my shoes. Before your eyes stood your face covered with sweat, I mentally surrendered to you, squirming on the hard floor. I imagined how your dick would fit on the poured head to my vagina, and then break in, sinking to the very bottom. You pause, listening to the sensations, then you begin methodical strikes. I squeeze you pussy, why the feeling of scurrying inside the head aggravated even more. You burn, frictions become more frequent, the amplitude grows. Your shaft bears my sacrum into the laminate, but for lust I don’t feel pain. Moreover, clasping my legs, I spur you with my heels, urging you to fuck you even harder. And you wheeze, but continue to peck my greedy vagina in pursuit of orgasm. Your dick found my weak spot and with a head rim rhythmically scrubbing at the sensitive point. With jolts in the womb, it drives me crazy. I feel the lustful itching of the vagina increasing, spreading over the intimate muscles with ringing tension. Sweet cramp literally tears apart the muscles and ligaments of the inside, and then collapses strongly, causing the whole pussy to convulse to the bottom convulsively. And I feel that you are ending, pouring your seed into me ... Even after you disappear into the aftergasy bliss, I feel hot moisture flowing out of the vagina along the buttocks ...

Yes, I am spoiled! I do not know the measures and I want to fuck! I imagine how you fuck me and, masturbating, finish in the office toilet or in the workplace if there is no one else in the office. You can say that I am a lustful bitch and you will be right a thousand times, but even the most burning shame cannot drown out my fucking essence ... I am a nympho and well aware of my vice. But I want you to know about my existence, think about me, look with a look in the crowd ... Watching you, I will see that now you scan the eyes of women around you, not because you want to see their beautiful sexy ass, but because you're trying to figure me out. The idea that I now walk on the blade and every day the risk of being exposed, leads me to an extraordinary thrill. I am again excited, and my fingers are drawn to the cherished point. I'm sorry, but right now I can’t write anymore, my attention needs something else ...

I wish you a nice day! With lust, your nympho.