Her fingers pressed on her clitoral hood and shaped her vulva so that her urethra would fire an arc of urine. XXX In her head, she went over all the homework she had and every project due withing the next three weeks. Her music player was still operating, singing out Pink Floyd’s later, more ambient sounds. Her wetness increased as the slight roughness from the cotton excited her clit and the folds of skin below it. Nevertheless, she liked them. Her thrilled Kegel muscles thanked her dearly and rewarded her with an orgasm that almost gust the wind out of her. Her stomach growled as she locked the door and Anya walked down the hall, pondering her breakfast. Groggily, she slipped off everything but her panties and googled ‘self-massage’. The New Updates section of the site had her twiddling her clit with renewed enthusiasm.
