A Girl addicted to cumming
After that night that my friend Megan taught me how to make myself cum It became a regular activity for me. It was like once my clit had been awoken I just couldn't help myself. Those last few days of summer I spent hours holed up in my room ferociously grinding on my pillows, the edge of my mattress, and one deliciously firm stuffed penguin whose name I changed from Pengy to James. At dinner one night that week my mother asked me why I was suddenly in my room so much, I made up a lie about all...