You stand there, flustered, feeling warmth blooming from somewhere deep inside with every lewd thought that surfaces. Eroticism inherent to this whole situation grows and demands attention. So you stand all dolled up in this valley of nerd culture, the cold glass toys sitting restless in your palms. You are really curious.
The dildo - maybe 7 inches at a glance, but thick in a way no real phallus could quite physically be, it bulged at several points, narrowing towards the tip. Your breath caught.
The anal beads - also glass but stained bright colours like light reflecting, were smaller, and would’ve been perhaps less daunting did you not know they were meant to plug your tight ass. Something in your body demanded them to do just that, **** to feel full.
Subconsciously you raised the dildo to your cherry blossom lips. Leaving a red kiss on it’s tip. You narrowed your eyes, your knees buckled and something in your gut thrummed with anticipation. And with that, you plunged the orbular toy all the way down your throat. You gagged, and then moaned into it.
The moan caught you off guard enough that you pulled the dildo from between you lips in one short, but no doubt erotic, movement. That voice, oh god you needed to let all that tension which had been building from the moment you awoke with these needy fucking loins out. To moan and plead like a slut. That was what you wanted when you put these cute and tight clothes on right?
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