Try the massage gun

I grabbed it, my fingers fumbling with the zipper. The gun was heavier than I thought, the weight of it sending a shiver of anticipation and excitement down my spine. I flipped through the different attachments until I found the round one, its smooth, dark foam surface contrasting the bright white tiles.

“This could work.” I said to myself.

Back in the bedroom, I hopped onto the bed and tested the massage gun on my hand. The low hum filled the room, and I bit my lip, not knowing what to expect. My eyes closed as the vibrations traveled up my arm. I was titillated. I tested it again on my smooth, bare thigh and pressed the attachment against it, testing it again. The sensation sent a jolt through me, and I moaned softly. “Oh, yes.”

I repositioned myself at the head of the bed and reclined back onto a mountain of pillows. My pussy already throbbing with need. I grabbed the gun, my thumb brushing the power button. I braced myself as I shifted lower half, anticipating what was to come. I spread my legs wider, the coarse hair between my thighs brushing against the cool bedroom air. The gun hovered over my pussy, inching closer and closer, the vibrations making my clit twitch.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and lowered it, the round attachment pressing against my folds.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. The vibrations were electric, sending waves of pleasure through me. I was both scared and exhilarated as I soldiered on. I tried to keep the gun in one place but my slender frame couldn’t fight it as the gun moved in slow circles, the attachment massaging my flower with just the right amount of pressure.

With both hands trying to control the gun, my body arching off the bed as the pleasure built. “God, it’s so good.”

The vibrations were relentless, the intensity making my head spin. I could feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in her belly.

I shifted the gun lower, firmly pressing the attachment against my mound hoping to get more control.

The vibrations sent a shockwave through me, and I cried out, my hips bucking against the gun as my legs clamped together against my will. I could feel the wetness soaking my thighs, the evidence of my arousal.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice trembling as my eyes started to swell.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, my voice low and dry.

I could feel the vibrations coursing through my, spreading like wildfire through my core. My hips tilted instinctively, inviting the massage gun deeper, and I let out a whimper as the tip pressed against my opening.

I took a deep breath, my hand trembling as I guided the attachment into me. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, and I cried out as the vibrations intensified as it hammered my lips. My pussy began to clench around the tip like a blossoming flower. My body welcomed the invasion with a surge of wetness. I could feel the round head pushing deeper, the vibrations hitting every sensitive spot inside me.

“Fuck,” she gasped as my body trembled, slowly sliding lower and lower down the bed. I could feel the tension building in my core, a mystical female orgasm hovering just out of reach. I lusted it, I NEEDED it.

Every thrust of the massage gun sent me closer to the edge, my body trembling with anticipation.

I cluelessly shifted the angle and let out a strangled cry as the vibrations hit my G-spot. My eyes crossed and vision blurred, my entire body tightening as the pleasure overwhelmed me. I could feel my pussy pulsing around the attachment, the wetness gushing out as me orgasm crashed over me.

“Yes!” I screamed, my voice breaking with the intensity of it. The vibrations seemed to amplify every sensation, drawing out my orgasm until I thought I might pass out from the sheer ecstasy.

I collapsed back onto the bed, releasing the massage gun from my grips, allowing it to vibrate off the bed and on to the hardwood floor.

My body trembled as I laid on the bedsheets, glistening from a combination of a thin layer of sweat and my slick juices caked to my inner legs. The aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through me. I laid there, chest heaving, and pussy throbbing. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind hazy with pleasure.

I felt gloriously spent, every nerve still tingling with the aftermath of her climax. I reached down blindly, my fingers brushing against my swollen clit, and let out a soft moan. The touch was electric, sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.