Natasha's Edging Weekend
Natasha, the crossdresser sissy, sat in front of her computer, clad in a tight PVC skirt and knee-high boots. She had spent hours dolling herself up, and now she was ready to indulge in her favorite pastime: edging. The room was dimly lit, with only the glow of the computer screen illuminating her delicate features. She had already been wanking for hours, lost in the blissful world of porn.
Her collection was vast and varied, encompassing everything from straight to bisexual, shemales, and even gay porn. There was something for everyone, and Natasha loved them all. She had a particular fondness for the shemale videos, where the performers were both beautiful and commanding. She would often imagine herself in their place, dominating and submitting at the same time.
Natasha's fingers moved deftly over her cock, teasing and caressing it. She had been edging for hours, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and start again. It was a dance as old as time, and Natasha was its willing participant.
She moaned softly as she watched the performers on the screen, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. She could hear the sound of their moans and grunts as they fucked each other, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the midst of it all, her cock buried deep inside a warm, wet pussy.
She felt her orgasm building, the pressure mounting in her balls. She was so close, so very close. But she held back, denying herself the release she craved. She opened her eyes and watched the performers on the screen, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. She longed to join them, to feel their touch and their kiss.
Natasha's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She bit her lip and held back, denying herself the release she so desperately wanted.
And then, just as she was about to give in, she pulled back. She released her cock and took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done it again, she had edged herself to the brink of orgasm and pulled back. It was a dance she knew well, and one she loved.
Natasha spent the entire weekend edging herself, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and start again. It was a marathon of pleasure, a test of her own willpower. And she loved every moment of it.
As the weekend came to a close, Natasha felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. She had pushed herself to the limit and had come out victorious. She smiled to herself as she closed the computer and stood up, her legs shaky and weak. She knew that she would be back for more, that this was just the beginning.
Natasha walked to the bathroom, her PVC skirt rustling with every step. She looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup smudged and her hair disheveled. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked, and she loved it.
She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her, cleansing her of the sweat and the desires of the weekend. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, the water cascading down her body. She knew that she would be back for more, that this was just the beginning.
Natasha's edging weekend had come to an end, but her journey of pleasure and self-discovery was just beginning. She would continue to push herself, to explore her own desires and limits. And she would do it all with a smile on her face and a cock in her hand.
Her collection was vast and varied, encompassing everything from straight to bisexual, shemales, and even gay porn. There was something for everyone, and Natasha loved them all. She had a particular fondness for the shemale videos, where the performers were both beautiful and commanding. She would often imagine herself in their place, dominating and submitting at the same time.
Natasha's fingers moved deftly over her cock, teasing and caressing it. She had been edging for hours, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and start again. It was a dance as old as time, and Natasha was its willing participant.
She moaned softly as she watched the performers on the screen, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. She could hear the sound of their moans and grunts as they fucked each other, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the midst of it all, her cock buried deep inside a warm, wet pussy.
She felt her orgasm building, the pressure mounting in her balls. She was so close, so very close. But she held back, denying herself the release she craved. She opened her eyes and watched the performers on the screen, their bodies writhing in ecstasy. She longed to join them, to feel their touch and their kiss.
Natasha's fingers moved faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She bit her lip and held back, denying herself the release she so desperately wanted.
And then, just as she was about to give in, she pulled back. She released her cock and took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. She had done it again, she had edged herself to the brink of orgasm and pulled back. It was a dance she knew well, and one she loved.
Natasha spent the entire weekend edging herself, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm only to pull back and start again. It was a marathon of pleasure, a test of her own willpower. And she loved every moment of it.
As the weekend came to a close, Natasha felt a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. She had pushed herself to the limit and had come out victorious. She smiled to herself as she closed the computer and stood up, her legs shaky and weak. She knew that she would be back for more, that this was just the beginning.
Natasha walked to the bathroom, her PVC skirt rustling with every step. She looked at herself in the mirror, her makeup smudged and her hair disheveled. She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly fucked, and she loved it.
She stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her, cleansing her of the sweat and the desires of the weekend. She closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh, the water cascading down her body. She knew that she would be back for more, that this was just the beginning.
Natasha's edging weekend had come to an end, but her journey of pleasure and self-discovery was just beginning. She would continue to push herself, to explore her own desires and limits. And she would do it all with a smile on her face and a cock in her hand.
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