Billie Eilish Masturbating Novels & Stories

It was almost painful how hard I was masturbating, but I couldn't help it. My face was damp with sweat and, admittedly, tears. It was a shock when I realized I was crying while my orgasm mounted. But I couldn't stop myself. My father filled my brain completely. His naked, beautiful body was all I could see. It was like he was masturbating right alongside me. I was breathing heavily, the sounds echoing around my little basement room. The force of my masturbating was so strong that my bed was squeaking as my body flailed and rocked.

"You sit there. Lean on the pillow. We'll interlock our legs. Then we can watch each other." "Wow." Was all Molly said. They lay, legs interlocked. Each carefully watching the other's fingers as they rubbed probed. "Oh mom, this is weird, but, well, exciting." I'm lying in bed, watching a video of my wife and my daughter masturbating together. Tess is being good and keeping her hands off me. If she touches my cock, I'm going to go off like a fountain. "Yeah kiddo, I'm loving this. Our little secret, right?"

Trembling, she blinked her eyes to clear her mind. “Fuck Elijah… I hate you for doing this to me.” She muttered. Slipping her shorts back up she buried her flushed face into her cushion, feeling a little mortified with herself for masturbating at the thought of her stepbrother. One incredibly sexy stepbrother… ---------------------------

Williams was smirking at me. It's inside. I hope you're happy, I texted him. I'm more than happy, he said. He put down his utensil and slipped his hand under the table. I closed my eyes and gripped the bottom of my seat, core tightening around the vibrator. The pressure built between my legs, and I tried to pull myself out of the dirty, dirty thoughts that I was thinking about, like Mr. Williams thrusting himself inside of me. "Mila! This picture is beautiful!" Mom said.

Elena sat in the empty stairwell on the third floor of the library. It was late afternoon and most students had already left campus. She pulled her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs. She propped her phone against the wall and hit record. Her fingers slid into her soaked pussy immediately. She bit her lip to stay quiet as she pumped two fingers in and out. Her other hand rubbed her swollen clit in fast circles. She moaned quietly, eyes half-closed, as she fucked herself harder. When she came, her thighs shook and her juices dripped onto the concrete step. She stopped the recording, fixed her clothes, and uploaded the video to her anonymous account.

“Now, baby you feel what I felt on those mornings when you pushed your hard-on against me then left me all hot and bothered. But there is one difference, I will take care of you later tonight. In the meantime, you can dream about how you had your cock between your mother’s legs. And I don’t want you masturbating today. Understand?” “Tim was shaking from the tension. “I understand. But how am I going to walk to the car, it will take a week for this to go down.” He pointed to his pole-like member. Jill giggled. “Alright, just a minute.” Jill walked to the door and opening it called to her husband. “He’ll be out in just a minute, he had to go to the bathroom.” Jill turned back to Tim. “Okay,” s

I told my boyfriend, Ezra Kael, to record a video of himself stroking his cock, and he did it. I wanted him to give me a show because I was constantly horny, especially at work. He sent the video to me the next morning and my heart burst in jig as I hit play on the video. It turned out to be the most perfect solo masturbation show I have ever seen in my life.

“This is prohibited.” “I’m an adult and will be graduating next month. What’s there to stop us?” she stated, dismayed at his prudence. He swallowed as Brenda continued toying with her tits and nipples. “I’ve mastered masturbation because there were no men around,” she disclosed, inserting her hands inside her panty. Justin’s manhood stood erect as the musky scent of vaginal juices emanated from her. She was wet and ready. He abruptly braked to a stop and opened the door. “Please, get out,” he barked in a controlled voice.

She was soaked. “I’m disgusting,” she whispered to herself, tears rolling down her cheeks even as two fingers plunged deep into her dripping cunt. The shame only made her rub her clit faster. She came quietly, biting her lip to stay silent, eyes glued to the screen as her recorded self screamed in ecstasy. The door opened. Lila stepped inside and closed it softly behind her. She didn’t say anything at first — just watched her daughter fingering herself to the footage of her own degradation. “You’re addicted,” Lila said finally, voice gentle but firm.

My shorts were thrown somewhere in the room and one of my boobs was hanging outside my top, and then my legs spread wide apart with the vibrator drumming on my clit. His face was red with anger, so red that I immediately felt the same shade of embarrassment and shame waving through me. I moved instinctively; pushing aside the vibrator and grabbing the sheets to cover myself. Edward straightened, his anger seeming to stretch in my awkward moments. The vibrator continued to add to the tense silence until I turned it off. “I can’t believe you’re masturbating with my son’s name on your lips,” Edward said in quiet rage. “Are you imagining him inside you, too?”