Today, a boy passed by—tall, short-haired, with a slightly mysterious aura. The moment I saw him, I couldn't stop thinking about him. I don't even know his name, but I feel like we'll meet again. Just thinking about him makes my pussy wet and dripping. Right now, I'm masturbating with a vibrator pressed against my erect clitoris. My hands are tied, and I'm bent over, sticking my ass out. The vibrator is pressed against my twitching, throbbing clitoris, bringing me close to orgasm—but just as I'm about to cum, the vibrator is pulled away. With my hips jerking violently, aware that my family could come home any moment, I scream, "Aaaaah!! My clitoris feels so good!! The vibrator on my hard clitoris feels amazing!! Hiiiiaaa!!" Since the vibrator is taken away whenever I'm close to cumming, I desperately want to be allowed to finish. Thinking of him, I can't hold back anymore. Thrusting my hips wildly, I cry out, "Let me cum!! Please let me cum!! Fuck my dirty, twitching clitoris until I explode!! Please!! Make my trembling clitoris spasm and cum over and over!!" My screams echo through the house. If someone outside heard me, would he actually appear? Just the thought pushes my excitement even higher. I want him to do it to me!! I want it so bad!! I want my hard clitoris to keep cumming endlessly!! Can I cum? Can I jerk my hips wildly, drool running down my chin, and rub the vibrator hard against my fully erect clitoris until I explode? Aaaaaaah!! I'm cumming!! I'm gonna cum!! Please forgive me!! Forgive this depraved, horny girl who cums all by herself while fantasizing!! Hiiiiiaaaaan!!! I'm cumming!! Cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, aaaaaaah!!" She climaxes, lost in thoughts of him. The fantasy won't stop. Today, with this experience, even dirtier pleasures surely await.