‘Lick my clitoris.’ you say. I nibble and lick at your clitoris as you push two fingers in and out of your pussy. ‘Like the close up show of m... masturbating?’ you ask me. I tell you not to stop masturbating and carry on stimulating your clitoris. All the time telling you that your pussy tastes beautiful. Your breathing gets heavier as you build up to an orgasm. ‘Lick my clit faster.’ you say. All of a sudden you stop masturbating as an orgasm rips through your body flooding my mouth with. So many boys in my hostel, but obviously I never had any intentions of making out with then. Although there were so many rumors and true stories of gay sex amongst boys but I also kept myself away from all this. Sometimes I used to miss my cousins and my Mama. I used to masturbate sometimes in bathroom.Class 11th was over and it was class 12th now. But I got lucky in my hostel as well. Sometimes, we used to sleep with our friends also. It was common there. One day my good friend Ram was. I am certain she can feel mine. I want her to finish this first kiss, I want to want this kiss as much as I do and so I wait. Letting the tension build. Ella is holding her breath, afraid to breathe, to lose this moment.Back in the barn, my fingers are pressing against my clit, circling inside my panties. My mouth is open and I am breathing hard. I whimper out loud. Ella stand in the open doorway watching unseen by me. She just watches. Frozen in place, conflicted with spying on me lost in my. This very wet juicy little geyser of female cum-cream suddenly jettison, spurting high into the air as she took out the cucumber, allowing it to squirt before reinserting it, fucking herself once or twice more, removing it again, and squirting again. Seeing that was all it took. I looked up in the monitor in the self-cam photo that was showing of me just as my own cock exploded. The spunk literally skyrocketing out of my prick, so much so that it flew out of camera shot in fact, though it was.