Fuckkk. Just when I think he couldn't possibly get any hotter, he went and said that. My p***y felt like it was on fire; my c**t so swollen it hurt. I wouldn't be surprised if I came the second I put any pressure onto my nub.
"Now," he continued. "Turn your bullet on and press it to your c**t. You're not allowed to stop until your legs are shaking and you're calling out my name. Got it?" I could hear how hard he was pumping his d**k now. For a moment I felt guilty. Was I neglecting him? But then I reminded myself, again, that this was what he wanted.
I knew I wasn't going to last long. I was too excited. Not to mention, it had been a while since I'd spent some time with my right hand, if you know what I mean. I twisted the top of my bullet, putting it on the highest speed. I knew I was
