Prisca’s And Stella’s Quarantine Experience – The Second Day

After a late breakfast and a shower that was badly needed, Prisca and Stella turned to their laptop computers. After all, they were not on holiday, so the company might have a word to say to them. And it had. They were both given home office assignments for the day. Soon they were taken up by their work.After about an hour Prisca began to feel ticklish between her thighs. She wasn’t made for a home office: all too often she ended up fantasizing and, instead of the keyboard, she was touching herself. She opened a second window and went to her favorite porn and erotic stories site. Soon she was far away from Excel and PowerPoint and delved into her own world. Slowly, she became wet again. Her fingers wandered quietly down to her crotch.Stella wasn’t completely focused on her work either. Her mind was meandering back to last night. How they tried to keep their masturbation secret from one another. How they tried to suppress their moaning. How their lust took over and how istanbul travesti they couldn’t hold back their ecstasy and their orgasms anymore.Stella felt her vulva pulsating now, she became wetter by the second. She had to touch herself. But then she had an idea.She wouldn’t masturbate openly, but try to keep it secret from Prisca. That was an even bigger turn on. She coyly moved one finger on her labia. Everything was wet. She slowly inserted her finger and touched her soft spot. A moan was going to escape her, but she held it back. Next she began circling her clit, not allowing herself a single sound. She started to sweat a little.From the corner of her eye, she could see Prisca on the other side of the room who was apparently working diligently on her laptop. Stella raised the stakes now and began to insert another finger. Had she wanted, she could have cum within seconds. But she kept teasing herself, indulging in her lust.Prisca, on her side of travesti istanbul the room, was not doing what Stella assumed, though. She was lost in an erotic world of stories, images, and fantasies. Her hand was getting all over her wet pussy and with every new circle she inserted a finger. She was so turned on, she needed to cum. She eyed Stella, if she, by chance would be up for a break together, but Stella was apparently immersed in her work.Prisca couldn’t stop touching herself, but didn’t want to throw herself on the bed and masturbate in front of her working friend. That was when she heard little slurping sounds from Stella’s crotch. Stella was able to suppress her moaning, but her love juices were an objective fact that could not be hidden.Prisca thought she would cum immediately as she realized that Stella was working her clit just as she was. But she realized that Stella was trying not to utter any sound in spite of her aroused state. Two can istanbul travestileri play this game, Prisca thought, and decided to masturbate longer in silence than Stella could ever keep up with.Both young professionals sat before their laptops and masturbated fiercely trying not or moan or breathe too heavily. Both began sweating profusely, their faces reddening from the excitement. Now Prisca’s wetness could also be heard in the stillness of their room. Every movement her fingers made inside her vulva made sexy wet sounds.Stella became, thus, aware that Prisca was playing her game as well. But she would not be the first to make loud vocal sounds she swore to herself. She was going to masturbate in silence longer than Prisca could hold her own moaning back. They were both on an up-spiraling path towards the point of no return.The sounds of wetness and sex from their crotches began to fill the room. More and more, the girls could hear the rhythm of the other’s hand inside her pussy. There was no hiding anymore what both were doing. They were so aroused now, they needed to cum so badly. Still they suppressed every sound from their lips – but only as long as they could withstand the onslaught of their own pre-orgasmic sensations.