SIRO-1337 Amateur Personal Filming, Submission. 288

About this work

If you just say “majidaa” (really?), most conversations come across as if you’re listening. “The other day Jiro○mo came to my part-time job!” “majidaa.” “Risa, from the gap in your short shorts you can see not just your underwear but even your man○.” “majidaa.” Such a convenient phrase. At lunch I eat the cheapest chef’s-choice bowl alone in the student cafeteria, gulp it down, pass by the nearby happy couples talking about their snowboard trip, and then go to a class I take alone. Ugh! So boring! Dating is a hassle, and my idea of a mood boost is just going shopping. To be honest, I don't care much. If I say so myself, my figure isn’t bad. I get scouted for modeling a lot, and for being thin I think I have a decent chest. When I see fat, dirty women around, I feel nauseous, but whatever. I can’t really make loud “aan-aan” moans — it’s embarrassing. I don't really like talking much; even making a sound feels like a hassle. I don't really want to talk about why I agreed to this shoot, and who cares about the minute details of how I feel anyway? In one word: I'm desperate. While someone is doing messy, intense fingering and asking “Do you like it rough?” or while they’re thrusting asking “Does it feel good?” I want them to stop. I close my eyes and focus on the feeling, so don’t talk to me all the time. I don't want to change positions that much either... well, it's a shoot so it can't be helped. I've never come from sex before. Actually, I came hoping I might be able to come during this shoot. Being told things like “put your hands here” or “face the camera” was a bit annoying, but when I did as I was told, it started to feel kind of good…