There’s one final act she needs to complete with the bottle

Felicity’s body relaxes and returns back down to the sofa. As it does, she can feel a wetness on the soft leather beneath her. She opens her eyes, looking down at the view of herself, her dress bunched up, her thong pulled aside, and a bottle protruding from her pussy. She can’t help but giggle at the absurdity of how she looks right now.

She gently eases the bottle from inside her, seeing her wetness coating the glass as it pulls free. As it leaves her completely she holds the bottle, looking at it, wondering now what she should do with it. But as she looks, she realises that perhaps she isn’t finished, that she should show him one final act to prove her willingness to do whatever he desires.

With the bottle held in both hands, she lifts it back up to her face, her lips already parting ready to accept it back between them. As soon as the top of the neck touches her lips, she can taste herself on it. She doesn’t look to her side to him, just hoping he is still watching her as she glides the bottle back into her mouth, sucking on it to clean off her own juices. She lets her tongue lap around the opening, and is rewarded with even more of her own nectar.

She eases the bottle as far as she can take it again into her mouth, sucking and licking up her wetness, determined to show him what she can do to his cock when he finally allows her to sample the real thing from him.

She finally removes it from her mouth, pursing her lips around the neck so that when it pulls free there is a soft popping noise from her. She holds it out in front of her, examining it. There’s a small trial of wetness that has run down the body of the bottle, so she brings it back to her mouth, her tongue darting out to lick along the wet line she has spotted. She turns the bottle around in her hands to ensure it is free of any more evidence of what she has just used it for, until she feels satisfied of a job well done. As she looks at the bottle, he reaches for it, taking it from her hands, letting it fall to the floor by their feet.

“Well that was a rather enjoyable watch” he tells her as he turns her face back to him, “I’m very impressed.” She feels a glow of delight as he compliments her once more, excited to know he approves, hoping that it will mean that very soon she may get the real thing between her still open thighs.