💋 La soledad de Laura aquella noche + Fotos Intimas 💋

Hello Loves! I'm bringing you a new story from a beautiful follower who wants to share a bit of her erotic life with us. Laura's photos will be at the end of the story. We hope you enjoy it very much! 💋💋 OUR BELOVED AND BEAUTIFUL LAURA 💋❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

LA SOLEDAD DE LAURA THAT NIGHT

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Machines from their beginnings were programmed to handle millions of numbers and combinations based on the 1 and the 0, binary system. Infinity of letters, forms, colors, videos, stories, and worlds are stored in these, designed for that. Human beings were not designed to store, they were made to live and feel everything. The current work demands hours and hours of interaction between person and machine with two totally different ways of functioning, as if humanity was being forced to think only in ones and zeros.

Are we made to spend half our life in front of these machines? That's what Daniela thought in a moment of disconnection from the screen, raised her arms, arched her neck, stretching and taking deep breaths, continuing her mental monologue.

-I've been working a lot, I need to relax after finishing- 😍

So many zeros and ones wear down, mental fatigue is real, it's felt in every muscle of the body, even if the work is just typing while sitting. Having completed her duties, she can dedicate herself to Laura, letting go of her professional role of managing data and numbers.

Already in her room, she remembered one of those messages that circulate on the net, where it affirms that to strengthen, keep the brain young and make it work better, simple and daily tasks must be done differently than usual, using the toothbrush with the left hand, walking backwards through the house without bumping into the furniture, avoiding using sight in basic tasks.

-Why not? - she thought to herself. - I'll try now.

Taking a bath still remains a ritual that is made in total privacy. She tried to remove her makeup with her opposite hand, something clumsy with mascara and smudges. From labial they were still on the edge of the lips, it wasn't as skilled as on previous nights.

-That shower will end that - she said.

She closed the door (although she was alone, bathing is still a ritual done in total privacy) and turned off the light, but would close her eyes to achieve greater darkness. 😎

She wouldn't wash her hair so she would gather it up and tie it back so that the ends wouldn't touch her neck, something she did without difficulty, as it's an activity constantly repeated and doesn't require sight. She would lift her hands to her neck and give a circle with her head trying to relax the accumulated tension, then breathe deeply, start unbuttoning from top to bottom, with each button her fingertips becoming more sensitive, the type of fabric, the hardness of the buttons, the pressure she needed to apply to release them one by one until reaching the last.

With a coordinated movement of hands and shoulders, the blouse ended up on the floor. Never had she noticed it, but she could feel the cold of the tiles that were almost 30 cm from her back, not just her fingers, her back and shoulders as she slid the blouse off, demonstrating that there are small sensations we always ignore, but if we concentrate they're there.

She would undo the main button of her pants and lower the zipper, slide her hands over the top of her panty and feel the path it took along her waist, hips, thighs until the garment ended up on the floor alongside the blouse. As she went up, she passed her hands over the front of her legs and felt how her fingers went from skin to the fabric of the panty and continued up again by skin.

-Oh, I'm good - she thought while imagining what it would look like with only underwear left. 💖

The bra was removed easily, that lock that has caused so many problems for hasty lovers, and after finally being undone, showed the beginning of the path to glory. As she removed the straps from the... Shoulders and passing them through the arms he couldn't help but feel relief at leaving her breasts to the mercy of the air and gravity. Releasing the bra on the floor unconsciously wanted to massage them, they deserved it after a whole day of unjust imprisonment, as she placed her hands she was surprised to find her nipples hard.

Massaging her breasts softly.

The mix of sensations alerted all the nervous receptors in the body, while massaging her breasts softly, he couldn't help but think about how beautiful they were, their shape, the softness of them and how the skin corrugated as it reached her nipples. He also thought about the expressions these generated in his previous partners, each one had a different expression and reaction when seeing and placing his hands on them, smiled a little at remembering the silliest faces of the few lucky ones who had reached that point.

She entered the shower and began to remove her panty, passing her ring fingers under the outer part and starting to pull it down, felt as it came undone and moved away from her skin, leaving her sex free and natural. If clothing didn't protect against cold, elements, and the lascivious gaze of others wouldn't be so necessary in reality.

By keeping her eyes closed and seeing only a black screen in front of her, she could feel her entire body, her shoulders, her arms relaxed, her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her sex, her glutes, and legs. She was aware that she is absolutely beautiful, she determined it for herself and felt good, not because someone told her so or because a friend commented (in some cases falsely) on a photo in social media. She felt divine, beautiful, knew she was and liked feeling that way.

As she turned the key, the first drops hit the warm skin after a complete day of work and tension, some to the face and others to the chest, felt each drop as it ran down her forehead and more daring ones took the path of... 😎 back, her arms were radiating caresses and distributing water where it was still not reaching, she was totally connected to herself, turned her back and taking care that the jet did not wet her hair, let most of the water fall on her neck, the sensation is pleasant when it is given the proper attention.

Closed the valve cutting off the flow of water and proceeded to lather up.

Passed that oatmeal and vitamin bar over her body, feeling like she was leaving her arms, legs, and belly slippery, as each step of her arms released accumulated tensions and knots.

Then passed on to her breasts and thought about them again, reflecting on something that is so normal and that for her would pass unnoticed, they were the objective of men's gaze and desire with whom she crossed paths, like that part in particular drew furtive glances that tried not to be discovered but were clearly noticed, she liked that feeling, having in her hands what many, and even many in secret desired.

Although the fusion of water and soap refreshed, a palpable heat came from within her, the excess of sensations caused by the sharpening of senses due to lack of vision had provoked it, slowly lowering her hand to already with liquid soap caress her sex and feel it as she had felt the rest of her body.

Felt her upper lips, their fleshiness, the heat that emanated from them, and she liked it. The reaction and small electric shocks that came out each time her fingers rubbed. Her breathing became deeper and her fingers played more and more. In one point, her index, ring, and middle fingers passed through the middle of the vulva, moving the index to the left and the middle finger to the right, they parted the upper lips leaving the lower lips at the mercy of the middle finger. 😜

The circular movements did not wait, alternating them with up and down, she could notice that it was not just the intimate soap that was there, her own moisture was already present and she liked it.

His complete hand exercised pressure and the whole vulva reacted to what he felt, his ring finger rising to the union of the smaller lips and following the stimulation intensified what was happening in her entire body.

Meanwhile, her left hand was tracing her neck, breasts, playing with her nipples, descending and consenting her belly.

After a while, this whirlwind of caresses and reactions, meditation and frenzy, such a desire party was cut short by kitty's phone ringing... 😁

Quickly wiping the soap off his hand and reaching for the mobile, Daniela answered:

- Yes, say. (an old woman's voice responded on the other side of the line)

- Good evening, I'm calling from Pastor.

- Eeeee, you're not wrong.

- But they gave me that phone.

- No ma'am, it's a wrong number.

- There's no shame in it, miss.

- Damn! Thought - just at the best part.

With a strong sudden stop and subsequent abandonment in that shower, Laura preferred to finish washing up and get out of there somewhat annoyed by that unfortunate event.

- I would have called that old lady back in 20 minutes - she thought while drying off her body and leaving the shower. 😎

Already in the room, with her body fresh but still feeling uneasy between her legs, she decided to cover herself with a short satin pajama with an opening at the front and a tie at the waist, without underwear, wanting to feel more free.

Still, another sensation was awakening; a light dinner would calm down the hunger that was lurking. During that meal, she used the fork with her less skilled hand, did it with difficulty but managed to finish quickly, without any unwanted interruptions.

Satisfied with food, not so much with love, she thought:

- What starts must end, it's not good to leave things half-done - smiling mischievously.

- I wish someone would help me with this task - but remembered that at the moment the deck of candidates for calming Her sed wasn't anything interesting, and one or two that were, weren't available due to x or y reason, so she headed back to the room to find her comfortable, intimate, and safe spot.💖

She searched in the drawer under the least used clothes, in the place where no one would think to look, and pulled out one of her many small secrets; this, a vibrator that an ex-lover had given her, as she looked at it and remembered its origin Laura thought:

-At least he left me something good that idiot did-.

Reclining on the bed with her eyes closed, she again recalled what had happened in the bathroom before the interruption, thought about what she had felt, her body, what caused it, but this time she would imagine someone beside her, hands tracing her body without pause but not in a hurry, firm and desirous, not just focusing on the obvious, consenting like a nymph deserves, touching her as she likes.

Her hands had become extremely sensitive again, the skin's friction, satin dislodging from its place, deep breathing, and restless legs had left total nudity just one step away from opening the belt of cloth. 💋

When she opened it and became free once more, she imagined ordering her imaginary lover to move back a bit, just observing her, following her order to the letter, he could see but not touch, knowing that would drive anyone crazy, knowing that her naked self demands fire, willing to do anything but unable to be touched yet, increasing desire by being so close, playing with red-hot skin.

She thought about the expression of that imaginary lover who would only swallow saliva and remain in total tension waiting for the moment when he would be given permission to pounce on his prey to unleash hell between sheets. She took the vibrator and ran it over her stomach, feeling its size, shape, hardness, verifying that when she activated the switch her The motor would start to function. When passing it through the lower part of his sex, the tip would become wet and pass that moisture around his lips. He would imagine that his lover would rush towards him, unable to resist the temptation and overcome any order or obstacle in order to merge with her.

He would imagine that the vibrator's tip is the erect penis of his lover seeking his lips to start enjoying himself. The advantage of self-love is that the power of imagination can be used without limits for personal benefit, there are no rules or laws that limit what can be done or with whom.

So, he could change lovers at will, remember the best moments when he enjoyed another person and switch easily to another lover, always thinking about the best each one had, the skilled hand movements of one, the body of another, the shape of the penis of another, etc.

Masturbating is making love with the most important person in our life, consenting to her and giving her all the affection and recognition she deserves using the almost unlimited capacity of the mind.

With each caress, his breathing becomes more agitated, the vibration intensifies and the moisture passes from the toy to his fingers. After playing with the vibrator's tip on his upper lips, he arches his back and slowly inserts part of it. When doing so, he bites his lips, his free hand tightens around his breast, and he sinks into that point, in those sensations that occur but attributes to his imaginary lover. soul and at that point only desire is appreciated in the form of iris and pupil, burning. Imagine the weight of her lover on top of her, as each immersion of the toy, the hips move coordinately. 😁

While the wave of thrusts intensifies, her free hand seeks the clitoris and massages it in small circles, then up to down, towards the sides, in that secret combination that leads her to madness, double sensation, being penetrated and caressed in that organ designed exclusively for pleasure, leading her to the limit.

The explosion is inevitable.

The slight trembling of her legs, concentration of energy in the lower abdomen, heat emanating from her sex and face, feeling of fullness and realization of being more than just her body at those moments, verifying that with her hands and a little extra help she travels to other planes and after that orgasm returns slowly to being conscious again. 😜

Laura thanked herself, her fingers, and the hidden desires she had accumulated and were well liberated. As she breathed more relaxedly, she noticed that the tensions and knots in her back were gone, she had enjoyed feeling powerful and in control at that moment, able to provoke her lover as never before by undressing and consenting to herself in front of him without letting him participate.

Recreating what she had imagined to see how far they could go and feel the explosion of desire and adrenaline for trying the forbidden - someday I'll do it - she said, turning off the light and wrapping herself in her favorite blanket. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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