1. Hillary by loyalsock


    Date: 4/14/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: loyalsock, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Hillary was getting bored. She sat staring off into space from her dorm window. Today was one of the times she wondered what made her go to school on the West coast. Far from home and few good friends, she started to feel all alone among the native Californians. As she watched the other students walk along the path below her window, she suddenly caught her breath as around the corner came an incredibly gorgeous guy. She watched intently as he walked by, admiring his sunbronzed muscles rippling under his shirt, the muscular legs, firm ass, the confident way he walked. She watched until he was out of sight, and finally looked around for something better to do. Her eyes lit on her bikini, thrown off-handedly over the back of a chair, next to a steamy romance novel. She grinned, thinking to herself, "Just what I need. Sunbathe on the roof and a little appropriate reading matter, considering my mood." She did have to admit to herself, she was horny as hell, and since she had nothing to for it, perhaps a nap in the sun might calm her nerves. She quickly changed into the bikini, pausing to admire herself in the mirror. She knew the only reason she had such trouble finding a man on campus was her own nerves. Her body was fine, better than fine. Her breasts were firm, and well-rounded, without seeming over large. She raised a hand to cup one, noting that it would just fill the palm of the average man. She slid her hands down her waist and over her gently rounded hips. Not an ounce of ...
    unappealing fat; her curves were just right. Everything about her screamed romance, if only she wouldn't get tongue-tied every time a good looking male so much as glanced at her! Grabbing her towel and the book, she quickly headed for the roof, trying to ignore the warmth that had begun to spread throughout her lower limbs as she had examined her body. Even now, her nipples tightned as she thought of someone's hand - perhaps the man she had just seen - circling her breast, brushing his thumb over her nipples. Groaning in frustration, Hillary ran for the stairs to the roof. Upon arriving at the roof, Hillary was glad to see it unoccupied. She felt her thoughts were written all over her face, and she knew she was blushing. Spreading the towel, she lay down on her back, legs spread slightly, to read. As she read, she began to wish she hadn't chosen that particular book. As the hero and heroine celebrated their wedding night, in ever so explicit detail, Hillary could feel that familiar warmth spreading through her. She glanced around but saw no one. "What could it hurt?" she asked herself quietly, glancing around once more to make sure she really was alone. "I'm twelve stories above the ground, and I've never seen anyone else sunbathe or anything else here. It's private." She squirmed uncomfortable as she began to read again. One hand slid upwards, seemingly of its own accord, and brushed lightly over the hardened nipple of one breast. Hillary moaned, nearly dropping the book at ...
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