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Michelle was exhausted.*Everything was finally in place in her new apartment, after a long week of painting walls, cleaning, and disassembling and reassembling furniture. One thought had kept her going, however: she knew that as soon as those helping her had left, she'd get to try out something new.A suction-cup dildo had long been in her collection of sex toys because she'd always been intrigued by its possibilities, especially those involving exposure; now she finally had the chance to try it out. At the front of her house was a balcony, and she couldn't wait to stick the dildo to the window and fuck it until orgasm. Would she be spotted? istanbul travesti Hopefully; her apartment was on the second floor. What would the voyeur do? Just thinking about it made her exhaustion fade, being replaced by arousal.Maybe a man would see her and get off with her, listening to her moans and whimpers. Maybe a woman would pass by and hear the sound of her buttocks against the window, joined by the squishing sound of a dildo pounding a wet pussy. Maybe she'd call up to her, asking if she could try it out. Michelle would have loved to be caught, joined, fully exposed and fully embarrassed but unable to stop herself from istanbul travestileri continuing.Fantasising, her hands slowly started trailing over her paint-covered shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which made her nipples very visible already, and a soft whimper escaped her as she brushed her fingers over her buds. She squeezed them lightly, then harder, rolling them between her fingers, but as her pussy clenched, she knew she wouldn't be able to make this last. She was much too excited, and her mind kept fantasising about possible adventures that could be the result of her exhibition.*Michelle rushed over to the drawer containing travesti istanbul her toys and quickly retrieved her realistic suction-cup dildo. She was already dripping, so she decided against lube, and hurried towards her balcony.*A shiver ran through her body as she stepped into the cold evening night, but this only aroused her more. Expertly, as the dildo was used on an almost daily basis inside, she positioned the dildo on the window. Then she hesitated, looking down at the street below. It wasn't crowded, mostly people walking their dogs. No one looked at her.Slowly, she returned her attention to her nipples, playing with them, experimenting with the volume of the noise she dared to make. Once, when she moaned particularly loudly, someone looked up at her. Though her first instinct was to step back out of sight, she managed a smile, and almost to her disappointment, the man kept walking.