Making My Pussy Squirt: Masturbating and Sexting Make Me Cum

I love making my pussy squirt!

Making my pussy squirt is so much fun. The first time I came like that, I freaked out! My pussy got so wet that I soaked the sheets underneath me. I was mad enough thinking about washing them, but curiosity won me over. I couldn’t help it, I had to pause, and I tasted my fingers… It was so delicious, and all I could taste was pussy juice. It was practically just water. I indulged in that full-body orgasm for those few minutes and laid in bed, enjoying it. The taste of my pussy was fresh on my fingers, soaked into the sheets, and all over my dildo and vibrator. And there I was… craving more.

It was a whole-day ordeal, too. See, I can get a little insatiable when I’m horny. This is especially true if it’s because I’ve been sexting or teasing all day. I love to be a little slut, so sometimes, I would literally wake up and shoot off a dirty text, and then keep riding off those ideas all day long. Trust me, my boyfriends or friends-with-benefits never know ‘peace’ with me. And I don’t think they’ve complained about it either. Especially when those naughty texts come with pictures of me making my pussy squirt.

It’s an all-day adventure.

I’ve noticed this the most… When I’m REALLY turned on, that’s when I can get to that point. Sometimes I can go back to back, making myself cum, but not squirting. It’s really a mental thing, I think! I have to let my imagination run wild… And where does it run to? A million different directions. One round, I’ll be rubbing my little clit and thinking about the sexual tension in some completely made-up mob fantasy derived from watching too many movies, ha. And right after that, I’ll be making my pussy squirt to a daydream of being a succubus and draining someone for all of their energy and cum.

My imagination can get a little wild. Lately, I seem to be bouncing around a few ideas that came from playing some video games. I won’t name them, but oh my… I’ve definitely gone fishing for erotica and ‘fan art’ of my runaway game fantasies. Rule 34: if it exists, there’s porn made about it. And you’ll get no complaints from me about that. A couple of those pictures excite me, particularly the ones with a little danger to the story. They’ll have me going and going all day until I’m making my pussy squirt.

And making my pussy squirt isn’t that easy.

But when it happens… oh, pure bliss. All of this started back in college, too; that’s the naughty little secret of it. I’d been playing with myself for much longer than that. But the first guy who really made me cum actually had no idea he did it. I had been busy teasing him all day. He was stuck in class, and I was too horny to function; I craved his attention. So, picture after picture, I sent him a little strip tease. And after he finished the fake complaints, the “oh, you’re killing me!” and “I hate you so much right now, I want to fuck your brains out,” he finally started sexting me. And we went at it for HOURS. We sexted through all of his different classes, and he was making my pussy squirt so much!

I didn’t even tell him at first, either. I wanted to save it for a little surprise. Once I had enough and calmed down a little, I sent him a video of it all. My timing was perfect; I caught him on his lunch break. So he sat in his car and watched a little video of me playing with myself, making my pussy squirt, and moaning his name, begging for more. I don’t even have to explain how much I fried his brain right then and there. But it was so much fun that it kind of got me addicted to sexting… and phone sex, and everything that came after. And him, well, he got to enjoy my wild college girl days and even some of it after that, too. Could you have handled my insatiable teasing and sexting?

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