Filthy Fu*ck Dreams
Locked door, skirt up, mirror propped phone capturing her face as fingers plunged, biting lip bloody to muffle cries, squirting into toilet with shuddering release.
Evening church potluck casserole contributed, chats with pastor's wife about youth programs. Under picnic tablecloth, garter belt itched, pussy pulsing remembrance. Slipped to shadowed tree line during dessert, back to trunk, fingers delving quick orgasm bitten into fist, rejoining group flushed and serene.
Warehouse called at dusk. Rico waited, new crew absent his space tonight. "Strip. Toys." She unpacked bag: massive dildo suctioned to floor, plug vibrating, nipple clamps chained.
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