Toy Shopping

Jay's hands gripped Sophia's hips tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh as he sensed her impending climax. He doubled down on his efforts, his tongue swirling around her clit with renewed vigor as he slid a second finger inside her determined to make her cum.

As Sophia's breath hitched, Jay's tongue swept across her clit, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She felt her muscles tremble, her hips bucking against Jay's fingers as he continued to manipulate her. Her voice, barely above a whisper, cracked with desire as she gasped his name again, "Jay...oh, Jay..." The sound was like a lit match to dry kindling, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Jay's fingers moved in tandem, his thumbs pressing against her inner lips as he coaxed her closer to the edge. Sophia's eyes fluttered closed, her head lolling back as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body, "Such a good servant...I should have many uses for you...if you can make me cum" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

As she spoke, Jay's tongue darted out, tracing the curve of her clit with precision, sending a shiver down Sophia's spine. Her hips bucked against his fingers, her body arching upwards as she chased the climax that was building inside her. Jay's fingers moved faster, his thumbs pressing harder, and Sophia's breath hitched, her body trembling on the precipice.

The air in the car was thick with tension, the only sound the soft hum of the engine and Sophia's ragged breathing. Jay's hands were a blur of motion, his fingers working in tandem to push Sophia closer to the edge.

"Andrew is my husband, but you can be my boy toy," Sophia whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "Would you like that? Serving me and being my plaything?"

Sophia's words hung heavy in the air, the weight of their meaning settling between them. Jay's fingers slowed, his tongue stilled, and he looked up at Sophia, his eyes searching hers for an answer.

"Yes," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be your toy, your plaything. I'll buy you anything you want, take you anywhere you desire, and spoil you rotten. I'll be your personal plaything, your toy, your servant. You can use me however you please, whenever you please." His voice was laced with desire, his eyes burning with an intensity that made Sophia's skin prickle with excitement.

As he spoke, his gaze never wavered from hers, his pupils dilating with anticipation.