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Chapter 12 by Javalar Javalar

What do you do?

Continue to watch the spiral.

It's rather clear that nothing special will happen here, but somehow you are very intrigued and rather mesmerized for the moment. You blink and continue to stare at the spiral and the maelstrom of colours.

This is... nice.

You smile and sit down, captured by what you see. You could drown in that spiral. You really could. You are. Drowning. The spiralling colours are sucking you deep into their center. You feel your heartbeat slowing, your pulse relaxing. This is nice. This is... captivating. Charming. Such nice colours.

You smile.

The colours change into yellow, red and pink. Then a darker shade of red. A deeper shade of pink. They look enchanting. Adorable.

GOOD GIRL

You blink. You thought there had been letters on the screen, but as you try to concentrate, there's only the spiral and the swirl. Maybe an illusion. No letters, no words, just colours. You are a good girl, though. Sitting pretty and staring a the screen. That's what good girls do.

GOOD GIRLS OBEY

You nod, smilingly. Staring at the spiral. That's right, you think. Such nice colours. Pink is a very nice colour. It is. It really is. A fluffy, fuzzy, warm colour.

GOOD GIRLS MASTURBATE

You smile, happily, as your hand slides down and into your panties, while your other hand finds the way to your breasts. You start massaging your breasts while your fingers circle your clit. Your eyes still fixed on the screen and on the spiral. You very quickly feel the arousal building up inside. This feels good! You hadn't noticed how horny you'd been. There's this... urge. This urge to pleasure yourself.

GOOD GIRLS MASTURBATE

Your fingers are picking up speed, massaging your clit faster and faster, more intense. Your other hand is squeezing into the soft flesh of your breasts. A moan escapes your lips, while your eyes are still transfixed on the TV, watching the pink colours spiralling on and on. You feel your indes finger delving into your pussy, joined by another one, fingering yourself, fucking yourself with your fingers, while your thumb still circles your clit. You barely feel how your panties seem to be soaked and that your bra is long gone, as you are rythmically, frantically carressing, massaging your body, moaning loudly now. Soft little screams filling the room.

GOOD GIRLS CUM!

An incredibly intense orgasm is rushing through your body, as you finger yourself into oblivion. You scream and moan, still sitting on your bed, still staring at the screen. There's only pink, there's only the spiral, but there's also this incredible, wonderful feeling overwhelming you, a warm wildfire burning inside, a big wave crushing you, an immensely big pink flower blossoming inside your body.

You slowly, slowly, recover from this orgasm. Panting and moaning. Sweat on your skin. Your fingers feel sticky. Your throat is dry. The TV screen is dark. You blink a few times. Wow, you think. That was intense!

What do you want to do now?

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