Page 166 of Ewan

“Perfect,” I say, unable to pull my erection out of the way. I’m that hard.

I work her butthole open, and watching her nipples turn to pebbles again, I position the tip of the plug against her opening.

She stiffens and moans again, her thighs clenching around the dildo.

“You like it, don’t you?”

The lube is cold. And the butt plug is cold too. And the glass dildo, despite being tucked inside her body, must still be cold.

When she starts to tremble again, I know I’ve hit all her sensitive points right, so I slowly help her to her knees. She’s bowed down, her cheek pressed against the pillow, her butt moving up while I hold the dildo against her center.

Which is the thing that she doesn’t like. The thing that I like the most, especially now.

Taking it from behind.

She looks like a plaything now with her pussy filled, the butt plug nicely fit in, and her hands tied behind her.

I move the toy, watching her opening swallow the hard glass.

This time, it’s impossible not to rub my dick.

It’s impossible not to bite my lip.

It’s the most beautiful thing in the world.

Her ass and legs tremble hard while she opens herself as much as she can.

I push the toy deeper and watch it get hugged by her body, my erection hard as steel.

I’m still debating whether to let her come or not.

Whether to finish her first and then finish her again when I fuck her.

I want to get to that point, but this part is not that bad either. The anticipation is only building in our bodies.

I bet she didn’t know sex could feel like this.

A shudder goes through her, out of her control, and I know she’ll soon be over, shaking out of her mind, blacking out, and quivering inside her from all that pleasure.

“My perfect little woman…” I murmur like an artist admiring his work.

I let my erection bounce and bring my free hand to her pussy. I just need to get a feel of her before she pulls away from me and consumes her high.

My fingers move away from the dildo, spread her wet arousal over her clit.

Her moans get louder.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? It feels perfect,” I murmur, touching her clit gently and moving the dildo at the same pace.

She meets my thrusts with resistance, and I notice the bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip of my erection.

As much as I hate to bring all this to an end, I’m afraid it will soon be out of my hands.

So, I start by massaging her clit a little harder, and the harder I go, the louder she gets.

“We’re getting there, baby…” I say, watching her lose control, not minding the pain created by the hard foreign body inside her.

She moves faster and more erratically, so I smoothly pull the toy out and let her dry hump the air.

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