I love Saturday morning!

When you do not need to jump a dawn, hurry, get ready for work to build a marafet ...

When you can just soak in bed, how much pleases!

And let it be at the weekend that you wake up long before the alarm clock, although you have to sleep at least another couple of hours, and let ...

This time is half asleep and half-courageous ..., this is the most pleasant time!

My body feels warm and calm ...

I arc twisted like a cat and make a purring sound ...

And also ... in the morning ... I am excited ...

This is not new, and every morning I wake up, feeling absolutely wild doing (sometimes this is one of the reasons for my being late to the office), but ...

Today I enjoy my excitement, I indulge him in everything, and I myself am all in his power ...

From such thoughts alone, goosebumps run through my body, and my nipples instantly harden, as if they were rubbed with a silk rag ... and it terribly bakes ... there ... in the very bottom of my stomach ...

My palms involuntarily strive downward to tighten the already hemmed-up hem of the nightgown even higher, lift it up almost to the chest, slide your fingers across the marble-smooth skin of the thighs and abdomen and slowly rush down ...

The middle fingers of the hands pass along the line of the thighs and abdomen, along the edges of the very delta, the very triangle, almost touching the swollen lips ...

I play with my excitement!

The body trembles with a slight tremor, legs involuntarily bend at the knees, rising higher, the cherished doors of the gate to the realm of my enjoyment open ...

I take a deep breath, spend a fluffy pubic tubercle, passing hairs between thin fingers. I pull out the tangled curls and make involuntary circular movements with them ... again stroking the pubis tubercle with my fingertips, like a tender kitten.

“And why not?” A bold thought flashes through my head, and I take up the edges of my nightshirt and tighten it over my head ...

Saturday morning, early morning, the city is still sleeping, not wanting to wake up, only birds chirp outside the window, early birds sing their love song ...

My naked body basks in, touching the nude, defenseless skin of soft and warm bed linen ... To lie down in the bed nude, this is bliss ...

I gratefully spend my palms on my body from the abdomen to my chest, squeezing the tubercles of the breasts for a moment, they are not very big, but they still do not fit entirely in my female palm, and tremble, touching nipples that are sensitive to stupor ...

An involuntary “Ahhhh!” Breaks down from parched lips.

Below, everything burns with heat, fire, volcano ... but I'm not in a hurry, I have plenty of time ...

I massage the more resilient breasts, separately pressing the thighs of the nipples with my thumbs. I caress the nipples with two fingers, then rotating them around my axis, then pulling it up and suddenly letting go so that they break down. With each such "tearing away" from the chest, waves of a pleasant sensation of bliss diverge.

I want myself. I want to give myself immense pleasure ...

What am I pulling?

I just play ...

Waiting ...

Excitement accumulates in the lower abdomen, like lava, which boils to break out ...

TIME !!!

I spend my palm, passing the navel, the pubis fluff and as if along the incision, along the scar, the sore wound, rush between the lips, touching the swollen clitoris ...

Involuntary moan ...

Sparks pierce the whole body, I’m all bending towards each other, it’s like pain, but the pain that is insanely pleasant, my fingers instantly become wet and sticky, I’m all flowing ...

The games ended, and together in them thoughts and thoughts, fingers skillfully and technically do their work, from which waves of indescribable pleasure spread throughout the body ...

It seems that I am inside my body, and I’m outside watching myself from the side ...

2-3-4 fingers alternately burst into the tender, defenseless flesh, to the fullest depth, they are rude and furious, but the more energetic they act, the sharper and brighter my feelings ...

My body is convulsively moving towards my fingers, towards caress ...

The once neatly made bed is now a battlefield: a blanket on the floor, a pillow in my legs, the sheets are all crumpled and damp from my frantic passion ...

I do not hold back emotions, hoarse moans and some words come off my distraught lips ...

The body, without ceasing, gives off a viscous lubricant, thick like honey, which immediately turns into foam, into mousse, whipped by the movements of my frantic fingers ...

I am on the verge of orgasm and make a break ...

I hunt my wet fingers, everybody and in turn, everyone who has been to TAM ...

I like my taste, my taste and the tart smell of my body, covered with perspiration, trembling with lust, frantic with dissatisfaction ...

The hair on the temples and forehead is clinging to the skin, wet with sweat. The perineal hairs stuck together from the juices flowing from the open shell of the vulva, dull droplets run down the buttocks. My nipples, tortured and squeezed, pleasantly ache from pain, scratches left on my left breast, nails left on delicate skin in a fit of passion ... and fingers again tugging on tender flesh causing an explosion, salute, bright confetti of emotions and pleasure ...

Breathing goes into moans, then into sobs ... and this is not an exaggeration ... I really cry, hot tears of happiness and joy flow down the cheeks glowing with shame ...

Hips continue to shudder to the beat of convulsions of the contracting muscles of the vagina, pleasant weakness, peace, bliss in the whole body ... and the apparent reality again recedes before a fleeting morning sleep ...