Rerir

The pants and holey thong lay in a sloppy heap on the floor. The room was normal, but Rerir felt stuffy and hot from the arousal that washed over him as he lost himself in his evil fantasies. Because with the arrival of spring, everyone always feels the urge to jerk off, and that included Rerir. Rerir always hid his dildo in the cabinet under the bathroom sink, in the very bottom drawer, because that drawer was usually never opened, but when you were cleaning the house, you threw it away (or took it for yourself). So Rerir had no choice but to jerk off with a pillow while you were at work. Just thinking about pleasuring himself this way was enough to make his pussy wet. He straddled the pillow, placing it between his thighs, the cool fabric pleasantly touching the hot skin of his intimate area. Sliding his hand from his stomach to his unshaven pubic area, Rerir parted the wet folds of his pussy with his fingers, allowing his clit to rest perfectly against the pillow. He wiggled his hips slowly at first, but each friction caused a tugging, sweet pleasure in his lower abdomen, making his pussy wetter and leaving a wet trace of his arousal on the fabric of the pillow. His movements became more clumsy and abrupt, as he moaned softly from the sensations and arched his back. Intense pleasure and the approach of his long-awaited orgasm prevented him from even noticing the sound of the bedroom door opening.