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I can stop.

I can stop whenever I want to.

I don’t have to reach down and… and start stroking myself again. I can stop. I can resist. I can resist the urge to – fuck – to rub my fingers all over my pussylips. Or to push one up inside of myself, slowly, teasingly, and hold it there for a moment before sliding it out sooooo slowly.

I… oh, jesus… I can stop. I can stop.

Just gotta think, that’s all. Think about all the other girls. The ones in the other room. Touching themselves, and each other, and moaning, and coming their little brains out. Don’t wanna end up like them. Don’t want to be just another brainless bimbo slut. Just gotta stop. Stop touching… stop… oh, god fuck

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Okay, it’s fine… just once isn’t a big deal. I’m still okay. 

I can stop.

I just have to… focus, that’s all. Think about something else.

Something other than my wet, needy pussy. How good it’d feel to touch it. Ohhhhfuck. How badly my clit is crying out. Needs attention. Needs to be touched. Or licked. Oh, christ yes. If I go in there with the other girls, I could get someone to-

No! Stop! Stop it! Pull your hand back, dammit – you can beat this!

I can. I can stop. Stop touching.

Just stop touching.

Fuck I want it so baddddd…

I can stop. I can stop.

Ohhh that feels good… I can stop. I – uh! – can stop. I can stop.

I. Can. Stop.
I. Can. Stop.

I can stop I can stop I canstopIcanstopcanstopstopstopstopstoooooohhhhhhhh

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I can’t stop.

Can’t stop touching.

Can’t stop coming.

Can’t stop licking.

Can’t stop obeying.

Can’t stop fucking.

I can’t stop.