A connection was made last night – two actually.
The connection in my mind – I enjoy a little pain. The connection in my body – pinch my nipple, and my pussy gushes. I could almost feel the synapses connect in my brain.
Hot, wet, juicy come squirted over my fingers. I felt the heat pouring out of my pussy. My nipple ached. My mouth opened in a silent scream. I stroked my clit, softly, gently. I wanted to create another pool to sleep in. Nothing.
I tweaked my tender breast. Gushing liquid poured into my hand. I began to shake. My hips bucked uncontrollably. I smacked my clit. A squeak slipped out of my mouth.
Not believing this could be real, I did it again. My nipple ached. My pussy melted. The pool of come under my ass grew wider. I was slick with ejaculate. The stickiness covered my hands. The smell permeated the room.
Eight, nine, ten times later, I shook uncontrollably.
This morning, I gasped as the fabric of my bra grazed my bright red nipple and immediately felt the moisture build between my thighs.