Chapter 326 Tattoo Orgasm Blocker:>Ep3

• Sulking in bed for too long, Ankita soon found herself flapping around the apartment as she tried to locate her laptop and get ready for work. Mei serenely padded out of her room in lycra and prepared her yoga mat on the balcony. She was doing the same deep breathing and calm zen-like preparation of her exercise area as she did every morning, and it was infuriating that Mei was so tranquil while Ankita battled to get out of the door on time. Occasionally she'd yell about something she was trying to find and Mei would softly murmur its exact location, usually having put it away somewhere sensible after finding it on the couch or in the middle of the floor. Mei's body stretched beautifully into a poised position, her petite frame sculpted from these obsessive daily practices. Her shorts provided a full display of her slim legs, splayed above her as she balanced on her arms, her feet pointed up to the sky. The skintight outfits Mei wore for this morning ritual always gave so much away, and Ankita often suspected Mei wouldn't wear clothes at home at all if she lived alone.
• Visions of her flatmate's supple body was the last thing Ankita needed as she headed for a long day of work. This was her firm's busiest day, an open-house where prospective clients could meet architects, planners and designers such as herself for upcoming projects. Ankita ran through her usual material on autopilot, trying to ignore the burning between her legs. It was difficult given the kind of rich people who were attracted to these events were visually flawless. One of the men listening to her speak had close-fitting white trousers that ended high above the ankle, and suede loafers, with a mostly-unbuttoned designer shirt that all broadcasted he was far too confident to be tame in bed. She couldn't be sure whether she had managed to keep her tongue from her lips when they made eye contact.
• Between meetings she managed to slip away to the bathroom and make herself cum. Revolted by the desperation of tasting herself, but by the time she was inside the bathroom stall she craved it nearly as much as the orgasm itself. She had to fight from squirting all over her dress or making any noise, and then hoped the scent wouldn't linger on her. It only took her a few minutes for her to cum a couple of times, but by the end both her hands were slobbery and wet so it took twice the time to wash them until they felt remotely clean.