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Speechless

Your toes curl as you exhort loudly. “SHIIIIIIIT!”

It’s like your hand is possessed. You can’t stop. The orgasm is unrelenting. “… dildo …” you mutter as, still frigging your tight, hot sopping pussy, you lurch drunkenly to your feet and stagger haphazardly to the sex drawer. You pull it open with a strength born of lust and practically throw the contents across the room in your mad hunt for the sex toy. Your hand closes about it and on our reflex you spin it like a six shooter, switch it on like you’re flicking off a safety and holster that bad boy in your needy little snatch.

“Nggggg. Oh. Yeah. Shit yeah. That’s the ticket.” You fall back on the bed and your leg spasms in counterpoint to the delving ministrations of your fantastic fuck toy.

You scream and pant. Your neighbour bashes angrily on the wall. “Lateesha! Shut the fuck up girl! I swear. I’ll report you’re sorry ass to the landlord!!!” A muffled voice yells from the adjoining flat.

You bite the pillow to muffle your lustfully uncontrolled exhalations and push that vibrating bad boy so deep it almost disappears into your fuck hole.