The Vanilla Library

THE EXQUISITE PARTY

Anna stood at the entrance of her spacious living room, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance over the arriving guests. Her elegant floor-length gown flowed around her legs, hiding the secret beneath—her lover, hidden on his knees, face buried between her thighs. She greeted each newcomer with a bright smile and a firm handshake, her voice steady despite the relentless flick of his tongue against her slick p***y lips.

'Welcome! So glad you could make it,' she said to a group of friends, her words catching slightly as he sucked her c**t into his mouth, the wet suction pulling a gasp from deep in her throat.

She couldn't move, rooted to the spot by the exquisite torment. Every shift of her hips would give them away, so she endured, thighs quivering as his lips and tongue devoured her folds. The heat built in her core, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that she waved off with a laugh when her best friend, Sarah, commented on it.

'Oh, just the rush of getting everything ready. I had been running around like a madwoman all day,' Anna replied, her voice breathy. Inside, she was unraveling; his tongue plunged deeper, lapping at her entrance, tasting her growing wetness that dripped down her inner thighs.

The party swelled, laughter and chatter filling the air as guests mingled toward the bar, clinking glasses of wine and cocktails. Anna finally exhaled in relief, or so she thought when the crowd dispersed enough for her to lean against the nearby wall. But then she felt it: his hands sliding up her calves, parting her legs wider under the gown's cover. A cool, buzzing tip pressed against her soaked entrance the vibrator he'd brought, sleek and curved for maximum pleasure.

'No, not now,' she whispered down pleading, but her body betrayed her, hips tilting forward as he pushed it in slowly, inch by vibrating inch.

The toy hummed to life inside her p***y, stretching her walls and grinding against that sensitive spot deep within. Anna bit her lip hard, stifling a moan as vibrations rippled through her core, her c**t throbbing from his earlier attention. She gripped the edge of a side table, pretending to adjust a vase of flowers, while guests chatted obliviously nearby. Her lover's fingers followed, one slipping alongside the toy to rub her swollen c**t in firm circles, the dual assault making her knees buckle.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her gown suddenly feeling too tight, too hot. The buzz intensified as he twisted the base, ramping up the speed, and Anna's composure cracked. A low, involuntary whimper escaped her lips, drawing a few curious glances.

'Everything okay, Anna?' one guest asked, but she nodded frantically, forcing a smile. 'Just... a little overwhelmed with joy!'

The lie tumbled out as the pressure coiled tighter, her p***y clenching around the invading toy, juices coating it and trickling down her legs.

He didn't stop. His mouth returned briefly, his tongue flicking her c**t while the vibrator f****d her relentlessly from inside. The combination shattered her; waves of ecstasy crashed over her, her body tensing as she came hard. A sharp cry tore from her throat, muffled only halfway—'Ahh!'—echoing through the room like a sudden exclamation. Heads turned, conversations pausing as her orgasm ripped through her, p***y spasming wildly around the buzzing shaft, her thighs clamping together to trap the sensations.

Many heard it, the raw edge to her voice unmistakable, but no one saw the truth: her lover withdrawing the toy with a slick pop, his lips pressing a final kiss to her dripping folds before he crawled out from under the gown, straightening his clothes as if nothing happened. Anna sagged against the wall, her chest heaving, the aftershocks making her c**t pulse. She laughed it off to the staring guests 'Slipped on the rug, clumsy me!' but her eyes locked with his across the room, a promise of more filthy secrets to come as the party pulsed on around them.