Boys or girls, we all remember our uncontrollable and tyrannical urges to masturbate. In high school, during the class, I remember discovering that my pants being quite too adjustable, I had only to do a slow back and forth on my chair in class to make myself come after a while, at the probable price ofba few drops of semen in my panties. Feeling the orgasm numbing my mind as the teacher spoke and the other students surrounded me was quite arousing.
One day, completely dominated by my sexual heat, I was waiting impatiently for the last class to end. When the bell rang, I ran to get my things, to go to the nearby snack bar where I had recently discovered the dark bathroom. Once the door was closed and locked, I went down my pants, shaking, to finally put my hand around my cock and polish it well to appease my hunger.
With my heart racing and my cock numb and satisfied, I walked out of the facility at ease to board the bus and go home. This snack that no longer exists remains in my memories for all the times I have frequented it, not to eat, but to jerk off and enjoy myself.
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