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Self-respect is the last thing on my mind when I'm feeling like this, and as my pussy throbs harder and harder with every second that passes, things like logic and morals gradually cease to matter, and all that I have left is...desire.
Iwantthis, oh God.
I want theDevil.
I want him to keep making me do terribly wicked things like touching myself in a public restroom while there's a girl in the cubicle next to mine, andGod, oh God, oh, oh, oh—-
My entire body buckles as I start playing with my clit, and I can only feel helpless and mesmerized and all the more aroused as my own face stares back at me from my phone.
I look like the Devil's slut with my lips parted open like that, and I hear the Devil release a low, growling sound as I start rubbing my clit just a little faster and harder.
Open your legs wider.
Make your clit pop out so that every flick of your finger will make you want to scream.
The utter wickedness of what he's asking nearly makes me cry out, but when I do as he says and force my legs to open wider—-
Oh God!
My clit pops out like he says it would, and even though I manage to keep myself from making any noise, a jolt of tortuous pleasure strikes my flesh at the first flick of my fingers, and I accidentally lose hold of my phone.
Thud!
The other girls gasp at the sound of my cellphone hitting the floor, and I hastily scramble to pick it up.
Don't stop touching yourself.
I stare at my phone in horror.Seriously?
You heard me.
"Is someone here?" one of the other girl asks.
Keep your eyes on this phone.
"It's the stall next to Marie's," I hear another girl whisper.
And no matter what—-
"Oh my God, I know those shoes."
Keep playing with your clit until you make yourself cum.
My emotions are a complete mess, and my body even more so when I reach for my clit and start playing with it even as the other girls outside my cubicle start whispering among themselves.
I'm more dismayed than surprised when I hear my name pop out, but it's as if I'm trapped in a cage of my own making, and I just can't seem to stop touching myself.
I know it's only a matter of time before one of them tries to take a peek, but my fingers are still furiously rubbing my clit like having a climax is my only goal in life.
Imagine it's the Devil touching you.
If it were my fingers on your clit...
How do you think I'd play with it?
The answer to this comes to me hard and fast, just like how I imagine he'd try to make me cum. If it were the Devil rubbing my clit, he'd know I'd want him to be gentle and careful, and that's why he'd be the opposite.
He's going to be rough.
