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.