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It was like having your chair fallout from under you in reverse. Sarah bound forward on her couch. Sweaty and out of breath she rapidly began attempting to grab anything she could for a balance point. She sat there on her couch with baited breath, waiting, calming herself. It's rough. She looks over at the idol. Sitting on the table in front of her. "Did you do that?" She asked. She remembered a voice. Unsure of anything from that nap she looked at the clock. It was bed time and she was still tired so she decided to hit the hay. Slowly she went over to the bedroom. This time grabbing the idol subconsciously. She thought it was her water bottle. She put it down on her side table and crawled into bed. This time though she didn't have that same itch that she had the other night. She was certainly horny but it was a tightness. The spandex band on her shorts are tight. Her tank top strains against her. Again her body called to be played with. She reached down and let her breasts out of her tank top. Lowering it so they could slip right up. She immediately felt the pleasure as her breasts slid back and forth rolling out of her top. She grabbed her nipple and it immediately felt electric. Pinching it she moaned in ecstasy. This was similar to last night. But there wasn't nothingness on her mind. She was re-watching all her past loves. Whatever that dream was gave her a much stronger memory of each encounter. She slid her other hand down to her clit. Feeling it much harder she rolled it around. Moaning in ecstasy as she remembered the first time she found her clit. A current rolled through her as she pinched and pulled. She pushed her arms together to squeeze her breasts. God they felt so full and receptive. Every tug of a nipple caused her upper body to spasm. She could feel the juices of her pussy streaming down her crotch. She pushed her fingers down. Finding her G spot she began to finger herself aggressively. She needed this. It wasn't enough. She went back to the time she slept with another woman. How she was able to so easily and eagerly destroy her cunt with her tongue. During all of this Sarah's tongue was moving non stop, licking her lips. Spasming, she couldn't help herself. Whatever put her like this was too good. She looked over at the idol

The pink glow had returned. She was immediately entranced. She couldn't look away. She wanted to get up and look closer but found herself unable to move. She couldn't stop playing with herself. She was trapped. Incessantly she fingered herself. She began to hear her moans louder and louder in her head. Each knead of her breast twisted her body. She could not stop. Until it came. Orgasm washed over her. She jerked up. Shouting in pleasure now. Instantly she was gone.