Thinking in bed about Orestes (male Hermione)

Jasmine lies restlessly in her bed, her thoughts fixed on her friend Orestes. She is bundled in her sheets, curling them tightly in her fingers. Rather than helping her doze off, the contained heat from her arousal compounds, making her hornier and hornier through the night as her mind conjures images of Orestes’ slim body. Jasmine murmurs to herself, practically sweating under her covers, and she pinches her legs closed to prevent herself from fondling her cunt.

Still, the pressure builds within her mind until she can’t take it anymore, and she rolls over, throwing her covers aside to expose herself to the cool night air. The blankets collapse on the side of the bed softly, billowing and tumbling in the breeze from her cracked window. Jasmine lies exposed on her bed and let’s the wind play over her steaming body, sending ripples through her baggy pajama pants and her loose t-shirt. It feels good against her skin, especially when it finds it’s way under her waistline and her collar and blows gently under her pajamas.

The breeze tickles her pubic area and her breasts as they rise and fall with her breath, but it’s not enough. She wants Orestes, she wants his penis sheathed in her pussy, she wants his palms wrapped around her tits, she wants his tongue **** into her throat. She rolls her tongue in her mouth, imagining the taste, imagining the touch. Her hand creeps down her stomach to her pant-line, and slips under the fabric. As she gropes toward her crotch, her other hand slides around the base of a breast, and she massages herself with restrained lust.