The Sounds of Neon Pink Sex ASMR After Dark

The floor of her virtually empty studio, with a microphone wedged between her legs, and the glowing neon pink sign in front of the window that was blinking on and off at the same rate as her masturbation, she began to ask herself why she became interested in ASMR at all in the first place.

She was a music lover. Her piano was the only other thing in the room , aside from the filthy mattress that was stained, exposed, and stained. mattress that was smack dab across the centre of the space.

There were random pieces of wigs and trash scattered on the floor, as well as an assortment of cigarettes in an ashtray that was overflowing.

Every item had a reason but they all had their distinct sound. This morning, the singer was focused on the sounds of sex as well as neon pink.

Her face was like the ASMR embodiment of an enthralling brothel. Discontent she fed her the gushy globs of sticky grease and then pushed object after object into her, recording every move and gushing with attention to detail.

She could hear the slurping sound of her dimple

The buzz and clicks on/off of the sign on the outside did not do much.

She reached up and pulled out a large dictionary, and began to smash it repeatedly on her thighs. Every hard smack brought tears to her eyes, and bright red spots on her white skin.

Since she began this profession and had a family, she didn't leave her home for a long time. Her life had left her hungry for light with her skin being pale, a testimony to that.

She let out a groan of anger and fell on her stomach. The white, thin cotton of her ripped t-shirt washed against her microphone, and it was thrown over.

Her cheek was dragged on the floor and felt the lubricant's sticky get absorbed by her eye.

Perhaps her anger was due to her personal inability to leave or maybe she was trying to find the spark within her own sexual elation. The woman sat up straight and looked at her surroundings, searching for an excuse to escape.

The corner in which she was lying beneath a piece of foil that had been crumpled was a short, matted neon pink hair wig. She climbed up to it and put it on her head.

She looked into the mirror before grabbing her blue, electric lipstick, spreading it on her lips.

Her nipples rose up and pulled through the holes of the cotton white shirt. She sat down and put her fingers on them, the sound of her calloused hands moving along the fabric caused chills down her spine.

She immediately reached for her microphone, and continued to play with the fabric.

She recorded every sound she heard to be used in the ASMR project.

While her eyes were closed, the girl let loose a little smile, and her tummy began to get moist with the sticky, thick fluid lubricant slid down her thighs as it played on her sexy breasts.

She put her hands on her fabric and recorded every millimetre sound coming through it. She then began rubbing her clitoris.

The thick lubricant produced sounds of sex and stick as it moved. Her face started to become warm . Her pussy was screaming to be peeled.

The sound of the sign remained constant as the movement of the women in neon pink changed and the pattern changed to a slower pace as a higher sound was needed from her. She placed the microphone on her lips and then licked them and pushed the most saliva in her mouth as she managed to.

The sounds of slurping out spit and her fingers grabbing up the thick mucus were captured.

Once her fingers were filled with long, shiny tendrils of saliva that were glowing pink under the sun she shoved them into her vagina by spreading her middle and index fingers apart, and forcing her vagina to swallow the tendrils.

The sound from her hands pushing liquids and lubricant saliva around brought back memories of the previous time she was fishing.

She giggled in delight and placed the microphone behind her legs. She quickly tore off her shirt, and then turned it into an e-whip.

She slammed her thighs against the inside of her. The sound and light of the wind rushing caused her to feel like an angel.

She could not resist her vaginal walls trembling with excitement. The sound of the sign's bell rang faster when it flashed off and on faster.

She grabbed her dildo, and shoved it into her in a deep

She let out a scream of joy and then puffed as she shoved her stomach into herself repeatedly.

She was trying to keep herself from herself by pushing her dildo in quick and hard, then pulling it out slowly 1 count in, and three count out.

The tension was rising and her nails scuffed the wood floor as she struggled to maintain her grip.

The distant sound of a siren was not a problem for her when she was able to shout her voice into a high pitch " Fuck!"

Her vaginal walls started contracting and she gasped. She quickly took the dildo off her genitals and began spraying liquid everywhere on the floor.

The fluid droplets hit the floorboards in the exact pattern as the sound of the sign. She fell to the floor with a bang then leaned back then let loose a loud " Yes!".

The liquid pool sat right in front of her ASMR microphone that was placed between her legs.

The girl let loose a big laugh and sat up with her hands in the puddle, making a small splash. A neon sign on the outside was reflected in the water.

She tapped the puddle several times, as an innocent child playing in the street following an early spring rain.

Incorporating some of the lubricant out of her pussy, she mixed it up with the liquid from the puddle to create the sticky, stringy substance that she smacked her fingers. She pressed her forefinger and thumb together several times right in front of her microphone.

Her knees were numb as she bent them in order to put her feet in the dirt. She lean forward towards the microphone, and began to speak:

" Welcome to ASMR at night, we'll hear the sound of neon pink sexual sex"