Page 83 of Waiting Game

Once it’s in my hand, I turn to face the camera and immediately start rubbing it over my clit and slit.

When it’s wet and lubed up, I place it against my entrance.

GretzkyWannabe42: Yes, baby.

GretzkyWannabe42: Let me see it fuck you.

On a shaky moan, I slip the tip into me. I bought this one after I slept with that Cole guy because they’re about the same girth, though the dildo is a little smaller. There’s no replicating that piercing, but ooh, boy, am I glad that this toy fits the bill otherwise.

GretzkyWannabe42: I want you to let go.

GretzkyWannabe42: Don’t look at the text chat.

GretzkyWannabe42: Focus on getting off again.

I whimper at the permission he gives me then, knowing that this decimates me, I lean against my pillows to prop me up.

With that done, I concentrate on me, my pussy, and I.

Inch by inch by inch, I take what the alien cock has to offer.

Every bit of give in my pussy is pulled taut because it’s so fucking thick and I never realized how goddamn wonderful it is to feel like I’m being pushed to the edge.

My hips sink into the mass of pillows supporting me when I’ve taken as much as I can on my own. Then, I whimper as sweat beads on my temples from the satisfying fullness that makes me feel like I’m being torn apart.

I know that shouldn’t feel good, but it does. It makes electrical tingles whirl up and down my spine.

It makes my pussy hypersensitive as every nerve ending is pulled taut to the max.

When I’ve taken as much as I can, I know from his angle it must look intense.

Good.

It is.

I keep my hips still as I pump the dildo in and out of me, fully aware that, by its very nature, it forces my clit to pop out of the hood.

With my other hand, I slick up my fingers with my juices and carefully, oh, so carefully, I tickle my clit.

Immediately, I release a keening whine.

“Fuck, that feels good. I’m so full. It’s so thick. I could—” I break off to rock my head on the pillows. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come. I’m going to come—! Kor!!”

His name is a litany I sing as I scream through my release.

It takes everything I have to give.

Everything.

And it feels so fucking good.

But what feels even better?

Still panting, still sweating, still fatigued from that surprisingly intense orgasm, I leave the fake cock in me and crawl to the foot of the bed and take a seat at the edge.

That’s when I see something the other site didn’t permit.

A picture.

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