Butt Plug

The room goes dead quiet. Four pairs of eyes drag over me, slow, taking in every inch of bare skin under the dim lamplight. I feel the heat of their stares like a physical weight, my nipples tightening in the cool air, the slick between my thighs already cooling. The silence stretches, and I let it hang, savoring it.

Then I smile — slow, deliberate — and turn around.

The butt plug is rose gold, polished to a mirror shine, the flared base catching the light. I arch my back just enough to present it, my hands finding my hips, my bare ass on full display.

"Surprise," I say, my voice carrying over the music, soft and a little breathy. "I've been wearing this all night. The whole time I was dancing, spinning, grinding on your laps... you were all feeling it through the latex without even knowing."

I glance over my shoulder, catching the bachelor's eyes. His jaw is hanging open.

"The first outfit, the pink swimsuit? It was there (it wasn’t really but it just sounds better). The slingshot? Definitely there." I let my hips roll in a slow circle, feeling the base shift against me. "By the time I was on the floor, pasties off... I could feel how much it was soaking in." You hear a chuckle from behind you.

Authors note: I tried adding the butt plug into the picture on the previous page but the ai wasn’t having it :/

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