By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
My ankles were cuffed apart from each other. So wide apart. My knees couldn’t close, but I wouldn’t want to close my thighs even if I could. The man between my legs was rubbing a thin, smooth inflatable dildo up and down my wet slit. He’d lubed it to make it glide across my swollen clit, and with every swipe of the head over my hot button, my hips jerked up to meet his touch.
At the end of the dildo was a thin hose that fed into a bulb-like pump. It looked much like a pressure cuff, and he lifted the dildo for me to see as he pumped that bulb. To my surprise, the head of the toy grew and grew. It tripled in size and then some. He stabbed it against my hole, and no matter how much pressure he applied, it just wouldn’t go in.
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With a twist of the dial, the air hissed out of the dildo, and again it was back to its thin, innocent-looking shape. When he pushed it between my lower lips, this time, it eased inside. He fucked me with it until I was breathless then began to pump. He squeezed the bulb again and again until I could feel my insides stretching. The pressure was intense, and he started to mash my clit against itself with his fingers. Fast and hard! The feeling was incredible.
I was almost about to cum when he spun the dial, and again the toy deflated. I screamed in frustration but knew he was going to keep me right on edge for so much longer so that he could play with his inflatable dildo.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410