The humiliation of not being allowed to fuck you.

Michael mumbles out, "The humiliation of not being allowed to fuck you. Of you thinking I'm not enough. Like when you grind against my cock, as if it is not large enough to fill you up and satisfy you."

"So you liked it when I didn't let you penetrate me?"

"Yes is super hot seeing you get that much pleasure and having just to watch, but what about you? Did you like anything in particular? I guess you watched the videos."

"Well, I don't know yet. I didn't get to watch many of them, so I might have to do more research, but it was enjoyable. We must do this again, I think."

They both continued eating their food and talked about other things. Soon they had finished dinner, and Sarah got up.

"Babe, I have some things to do in the bedroom. Can you clean the dishes?" she said with an impish grin. Michael said that he could clean the dishes. Sarah to the bedroom and got out her dildo. She lay on the bed with her tablet and dildo, leaving the door open.

After a while, Michael had finished the dishes and walked into the bedroom. He saw Sarah and her dildo on the bed, masturbating while surfing on her tablet. He wondered what Sarah was watching. He walked to the living room with a raging hard-on and turned on the tv, trying to drown out the moaning sounds.

He got up from the sofa and walked into the bedroom. Already lying in their bed was his girlfriend, fast asleep. The room smelled of sex. Sarah must have had quite the time, he thought. Michael had watched tv for a few hours, and when he looked at his watch, it was past midnight. He disrobed quietly and slipped into bed.