Back to him

I cleaned myself up, but I have to admit, not before tasting more of the thick load that was leaking from my broken anus. It seemed so lewd. So wrong. And it made me so fucking hard.

I wrapped myself in a towel and padded barefoot back to Tristan's room, barely able to meet his gaze as he lay on the bed wearing nothing but boxers.

"Hey bitch." he greeted me with a grin, "Ready for round two?"

I simply hung my head, unable to find my voice but this was apparently enough confirmation for him. "Good. Lose the towel and come over here." he commanded and again, my hands seemingly working on their own I complied. I crawled up on the bed and only then noticed the toys. There were three strange objects, one clearly a massive fake dick, another more like a plug of sorts. I could guess where it went. The third was kind of in between, but from it hung a long, fluffy tail. It was easy to see that the 'wearer' would appear to be a cat, or maybe a fox of some sort.

Tristan saw me eyeing the toys and smirked at me. "Found these in my mom's room. Dont worry, she has lots and wont miss these. Want to try one?"

I instinctively shook my head, however my growing erection said otherwise. I finally managed to pull my gaze away from the objects, only to find myself looking at Tristan's semi hard dick tenting his underwear. He snorted.

"Or if you prefer you can go straight to the main course and start sucking." he chided. "What do you want to be, bitch? A cocksucker, or a butt slut?"