It was a sight to behold—the soft gleam of the moon flowing from the window, bathing Stephanie in a milky aurora. Her hips raised high off the bed, ...oth her hands busy between her legs, one massaging her clit, and the other feeling deep between her warm, moist folds. She loosed her breath in long, high notes. Her toes were curled hard against the edge of the feather bedding, with silk sheets shunned aside and left in a wrinkled pile. Her eyes were clenched tight, imagining the touch of her. Finally, the teacher gave up, “Are you SURE those boots are not yours?”“I’m sure,” the boy sobbed, “mine have snow on them.”StressA lecturer when explaining stress management to an audience, Raised a glass of water and asked “How heavy is this glass of water?”Answers called out ranged from 20g to 500g.The lecturer replied, “The absolute weight doesn’t matter. It depends on how long you try to hold it.If I hold it for a minute, that’s not a problem.If I hold it for an hour, I’ll have an ache in. With one hand firmly massaging my left nipple, the other circles around my clit. I spread my lips further and slowly insert two fingers into my hot, tight hole. It's a struggle for the two fingers because I'm so tight, yet I'm so wet at the same time. 'Urghhhhh,' I groan so loudly as I start to finger fuck myself, my full body is shivering and I can hardly stand straight. My left hand is pulling and rubbing at my nipple so hard as my other hand gets rougher and harder, and I already feel myself. .. especially when they were world-famous superheroes! But she still had unfinished business. She looked up at Thor, and saw that he was rapidly approaching orgasm himself. Gripping his cock with one hand and gently squeezing his balls with the other, Jan put all her energy into finishing him.Thor groaned in ecstacy as she sucked him. He gripped the back of her head and thrust his cock even farther down her throat. Jan nearly gagged, but she was pleased to know that she could deep-throat his.