Plugged

“Plug in, now!” he says.

I go upstairs, take my pants and panties (if I am wearing them) off. I get my plug, lubricate it a bit, lie down on the bed and slowly start to work the plug into my body.

No more than five minutes later I am dressed again, ready to go back downstairs.

From the moment I hear the words “plug in”, I start to go wet. How wet? You be the judge of that…

Sinful Sunday

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