available pictures. In principle, this was enough, but now Mandy wanted more. She herself did not notice how the process captured her. I wanted to make some new rather savory and provocative shots. However, she knew that the session should be short, two or three photos, otherwise it may seem suspicious.

Mandy pulled out an already tested black zipper hoodie and pink panties. Changed clothes Returned to the mirror, put the camera on pause.

... why not? I have already gone so far.

She put her hands under the hoodie and took off her panties. The sweatshirt hung loosely on the girl's body, but was not long enough so she barely reached her to the bottom of her ass. There was a bright emblem of the school where she studied in front of her. If Mandy stood upright and did not stir the sweatshirt hid her most intimate parts. But as soon as she moved ...

The girl raised the camera and took a picture, fixing herself in the reflection to the waist. In the next photo, she lowered the zipper by a quarter, showing a hollow in the cuffs between the breasts, the next frame and the zipper stopped already under the breasts. In this picture it was already perfectly clear that under the jacket on her there is not any clothes. Mandy turned around, lifting the camera up, and took off her reflection entirely. The picture shows the girl's brown curly hair with large curls scattered on her back, covering the yellow emblem, and her long, slender legs began where the wool hem of the hoody ended. Mandy leaned forward slightly, slightly arched, and snapped the shutter. Now her delicious naked pale buttocks, which could hardly be guessed below the material of the jacket, got into the frame.

The moment of truth has come. Often, breathing as if she were entering the cold water, Mandy pulled the lightning down with a bang until her breasts were completely bare. Stretching out the camera in her right hand, her left hand pulled her sweatshirt down and took a photo. She unzipped the zipper completely and returned to the mirror.

In the original photographs, she was in panties, but now ... She stared at her own best, bare reflection. The girl threw open the floors so that not only the breasts but also the groin would hit the frame. Last night, she carefully shaved pubis and crotch. Looking at herself, Mandy with pleasure and trepidation admitted that now the bottom of her belly looks defiantly sexy. She wanted, but she was very afraid to take such a candid shot. The girl turned slightly, tightly moved her legs trying to hide a neat forked swelling under the flat slightly protruding pubis. She put an open palm on him, shifted her left to right, spread her fingers, looking in reflection, as it looks from the side. Frowned and removed her hand.

An exciting trembling under the stomach has spilled over, somewhere in the stomach, stirring and making the girl very brave. Facing the mirror with her legs shifted in a sweatshirt, open and slightly falling off her shoulders, she took a new picture. Then another one ...

Each new click of the camera filled the room with a bright flash that made Mandy feel like a model on the catwalk. One more shot ... the sweatshirt slid off the hands until the elbows were bent on them, the shoulders were turned, the hair fell almost completely on the left breast, only a pink nipple was visible. Mandy took off her sweatshirt wrapping her hips turned around, lifted on tiptoe, arching the lower back so that a small tattoo on the rump would look like an exotic flower. Snap the camera.

... Probably enough ... - she thought.

Turned off the camera and went to the table.

- Oh shit!

It only came to her that she had not closed the curtains. There was such panic and excitement in her chest that Mandy caught her breath. She bent her knees, crouching, and pressed her hands to the body with lightning speed, trying to hide behind.In this position, hobbled down to the switch.

In total darkness, she sneaked back to the window, and looked out. Her room was located on the 5th floor of the hostel. From the ground, no one could see what she was doing inside, unless of course she was standing right by the window, but she didn’t worry about that. Mandy thought about the 8-storey building of the men's dormitory, 10 meters from their building. From there on her window opened a wonderful view. The girl looked at the windows, on the contrary, trying to determine if someone was watching her. In several lighted rooms, she distinguished people, many were dark, and in one window she did not notice the guys pressed against the glass with binoculars.

... Someone could see me!

She was so excited at the thought that she barely kept a cry.

... Oh, my God ... just imagine, a group of excited guys watching me undress, taking pictures of myself in the nude ... I bet they will think that I am a slutty whore who likes being watched.

Thoughts were like a flash, Mandy put her hand to her mouth, feeling the heat spreading through her lower abdomen. The second hand slid down over the instantly damp skin of the chest and abdomen. The girl moaned silently, finding how wet it was between her legs.

... I'm just a slut who likes when they look at her! - she made a logical conclusion ... I'm waiting for this, I consider it a chic gift of fate, if some boys see me from the hostel opposite.

It was even more exciting because it felt like something more shameful than her original fantasy.

With Mandy, it was something incredible. From the unusual very sharp mixing of a variety of emotions was breathtaking.

Mandy raised her hand to her eyes, looked at the hands of a small wristwatch. She had half an hour before Megan arrived. With sharp jerking movements, she tore off her sweatshirt and threw her onto the floor. Hands moved across the body by themselves, without a team, enjoying the sensation of hot, silky skin. She was hot, and even shook as if she suddenly had a fever. There was a sharp dry mouth, nipples tingling. Mandy involuntarily bent and clutched one hand at the window sill, transfixed for a moment. She knew that was wrong. All her feelings, all feelings, these foolish fantasies, all this is not right! But as she did not try, she did not manage to get rid of the sucking sweet and irritating emptiness in the navel, and between the legs, from the unusual vibrating itch that makes the anus muscles convulsively strain, to throw shameless fantasy out of her head.

... Oh, God ... am I so pervert? ... no, stop ... this is too much even for you ... this is not right ... you go mad ... you act like ...

At this moment, the index finger of Mandy's left hand involuntarily touched the scorching hot seal of the clitoris. In moments of the eye, all rational thoughts were thrown out of consciousness when she threw back her head and groaned silently:

- Daaaaaaaa!

A surge of lust caused just a hysterical thirst for pleasure. Unable to cope with her own desires, she abruptly stood up and stepped towards the switch. Click ... Bright light flooded the room, and Mandy for a second thought that she was standing on the podium in front of a crowd of people. In the groin, painfully zasverbelo, that something hot and wet slowly flowed down the inner side of both thighs. Still naked, she returned to her bed, feeling an unusual weakness in her legs. Mandy was moving, doing something and could not bring herself to turn around and look out the window. She felt that if she did, she would lose the last vestiges of self-control. From the house opposite, it was hard to see her if she lay down on the bed, but from the windows of the rooms of the upper floors she had a great view of her bed.

... This is so wrong ... unnatural ... what if someone recognizes me? ... What if someone from my classmates sees me now?

- Oooh!

From the last thought sweetly dizzy and the whole being pierced an inexplicable flash of pleasure. The dirtier and more perverted the thoughts were, the stronger it got.Mandy's dilated pupils blazed with a strange dark ... Read more →