"This doesn't feel okay, Amara." I complained looking down at my body and then at Amara, who was putting the rest of the toys away, hidden in the wardrobe, "the vibrator is inside me," I whispered still in awe, or was it shame, "and this lingerie is so sinful, I can see my tits in it."
She turned to me, looking bored and waving a dildo, saying, "One more complaint and I might just blow up." Groaning, she walked up to me, "Besides that's why it's called lingerie."
I blinked in worry.
The ordering was successful, with Amara showing me products and showing me videos on how they were used. Unable to point out any that caught my interest, we had ordered a whole bunch of them, with lingeries that left me more naked than my bare state.
After about three days of dragging my feet on whether I wanted to do it or not, I finally agreed, so now I had in me a more satisfying mono flex. A type of internal and external vibrator that worked with the sound of music
Amara had said it was the right c
