"No way ! Hngh... You can't just make me do wh... what you want !" you say, stuttering. It's not very convincing given that your fingers are still buried inside your pussy pushing you closer to another orgasm.
You stand up clumsily scanning the room for allies. But no one seems inclined to help you, they look like they're having the time of their life laughing and pointing at you. Some are even recording the scene with their phones. The color drains from your face. 'My life is finished if they record me masturbating and make it public' you think.
In panic, you try to hide your face with one of your hands without success. Instead, you reluctantly slide your hand under your top, free your breasts from your cups and start playing with your nipples.
You acknowledge that your hands seem to have a mind of their own and focus on getting out of this damned party. You run to the door but are shaken by another series of orgasms just before reaching it.
"Unnnngh !!!!!... sho... shho gooood !!"
They are even more powerful than the ones before and you can't help rolling your eyes and lolling your tongue out in ecstasy. Your "friends" use the opportunity to record your orgasm face from up close. Some of them are laughing so much they have trouble breathing.
You're still hornier than ever even after that so you finally manage to run away.
There is just one thing you hadn't accounted for... You're now masturbating outside where anyone who sees you would think you're doing this out of your own volition... You're hit by another orgasm as you realize you might be in an even worse situation than before.
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