The Haunted Vibrator
Her legs felt boneless as her eyes rolled to the back of her head mid-sentence.
Thankfully, most of the calibration was done, and there was only one last button to hit submit for. Queenie didn’t know any orgasm better in her life, and when it hit, it never stopped. The wand rolled off the chair and hit the ground as London twitched awkwardly on her computer chair, not knowing where north was.
Her laboured breathing and trembling thighs dangling from the armrest caught on camera created a beautiful thumbnail. The viewers watching her must have busted a nut simply from watching. It wasn’t anything near intense as porn, but the added mystery of what really happened was enough for them.