I’m only aware of my intense need. Every cell in my body craves it; my mind knowing what’s next, before my hands reach out.
It helps that he’s my cheerleader. Even more that he’s behind me, watching closely.
“Gently now,” he says.
The tip of the plug firmly touches my dark opening, begging to be let in. Lust makes my cunt twitch wildly, but that’s not the part slowly opening under pressure of the push.
“A glorious sight.”
Hard nipples reflect my craving.
Bit by bit my body swallows the cold steel, until with silent sigh, it rests inside.
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