Mari and Harry, doubling!

Harry soon realized exactly what Mari had in mind when he followed her gaze to the sex toy lying on the floor. He got up from his seat and crossed the room, still snapping the occasional photo of Mari as he went; he had dozens by now, maybe over a hundred. It would drive the internet wild to see his 'angel' debasing herself over and over for him. He scooped up the plastic phallus before Marigold could get any ideas about stopping to grab it herself. Plus... this was an opportunity.

Mari stayed where she was, her face pressed against the ground, her ass in the air and spanking herself over and over. By now, the red mark had faded to a welt-- if she kept at it, it might even become a little bruise. She loved the way that the heat and the pain and the pleasure filled her body, how they made her feel so naughty. For the first time in her life she felt like she could really let loose without being judged, by herself or by whoever might be around her. She knew she was a good girl... but that didn't mean that she couldn't be a little bit bad, if it made her feel good, too.

That was why she didn't speak up when Harry approached with the vibrator and the camera in his hand. He hadn't done anything to hurt her, and he was being nothing but nice to her. So long as he didn't touch her, well, she hadn't done anything wrong then, had she? And... with that vibrator, it wasn't as if he would be touching her. So she had nothing to worry about.

Harry didn't say anything when he got on his knees next to Marigold. His slightly-curved dick was treacherously close to her back, and she shied away, but only to be sure that the head wouldn't touch her by accident. She didn't want that... thing on her body. She did want the thing in Harry's hand inside her, though, and with one hand on her clitoris and the other tapping and pushing and fiddling with the plug, she didn't have any to spare for the vibrator. But she needed it and its powerful shaking inside her.

Harry didn't need to ask to know what she wanted. He snapped a picture of her looking up at him with the vibrator in his hand and set it down again to hold his own cock. Then he took the vibrator and slid it inside of Marigold.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, that's--"

He hit the button on the side of the vibrator, and the thing whirred to life.

Marigold was hit with every sensation at once: her hand on her clitoris, the vibrator in her pussy, the plus in her asshole, the welt on her cheek, the scraping of the carpet against her cheek, the shaking of her hips as she pushed her ass in the air to give Harry a better angle, everything, together!