Her touch changes, becoming softer, caressing. While dancing, even dressed, my teenage boobs strain to feel again my leotard as if being touched by someone. My pants cut into my teenage vagina, and I realized I could lift my head. One of my favourite gymnastics routines is on the uneven bars. I stared as Madam put her hand on the thigh and pushed it straighter.
I enjoyed the mix of discomfort and arousal I was giving him.
As she does her bridge, I run my hand across her pussy, taking her by surprise. I went on to win the gold medal at the floor routine and my moves just kept improving. I was her special case. I do not need a lover. My lips swell up and open, inviting him. I am at the gymnastic centre for almost 4 hours everyday, sometimes more, since the past ten years. I can see my pink virgin vagina and feel extremely erotic.