Struggling to reach the peak!

Marigold rocked against the vibrating phallus in Harry's hand, fucking herself on it as she moaned into the carpet.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh, yes, yes, God!" Her eyes rolled back into her head. She could feel the butt plug pressing against the vibrator through her pussy, and it was like she had been blind her whole life and had only just opened her eyes for the first time.

The clamor of her moans overshadowed Harry's quiet grunting as he looked down at the slutty little angel shoving her ass at him. Even if he never got to fuck her... this was pretty good, too. He twisted his wrist every time he fucked her with the toy, pretending if only for his own satisfaction that the thing was his real dick. Unfortunately he had to settle for masturbating himself over her naked, lusting body.

No one who saw Marigold could deny that she was beautiful. Her long golden hair that framed her lovely blue eyes were shocking to see. Her svelte, soft body was ogle-worthy even through clothes, though no one that looked at her with her clothes on could have possibly imagined how full and heavy her true bust was. Every straight man and gay woman that passed her by looked at her and wanted her... but none of them could have fathomed that she had it in her to do something like this. She was a good girl, after all, and no one in their right mind would confuse her for anything else.

"Oh!" she yelped. "Oh!" She wanted that feeling again-- the mind-bending peak that she had felt the first time she had had the vibrator inside her. She would fuck herself on the vibrator with Harry's help for as long as she needed to in order to reach it again. Her fingers pressed hard against the plug in her asshole in the hopes of giving her some fresh new sensation that would push her ever closer, and her fingers strummed furiously at her clit to keep that high going strong. She didn't care about anything else in the world, if anyone heard her or saw her or jeered at her, so long as she could get there.

But it was so hard. The pleasure was filling her body past bursting, but it was still so impossible to cross the line. "Oh!" Mari yelled. "Harder!" she begged. Harry thrust the vibrator harder, deeper inside her, taking care to never touch her skin-- no reason to give her a reason to stop. "Please!" For the first time in her life, Marigold uttered the word she had sworn she would never say: "Fuck! Oh! God!"

She was so close. She just needed to cross the line. She wasn't doing anything wrong, and maybe... maybe she could rely on a friend. She knew that she could trust Harry.

Mari turned to look up at Harry over her shoulder. He had a wild look in his eyes as he pounded her with the vibrator, fucking her with it over and over. His hand was a blur on his cock, and she could see a little wet bead of something on the head of it.

"More," she moaned. "More! I need more!"