“Pull your pants up,” he says. “We’ll be late for dinner.”
“Do you want me to remove it? Or will you do it?”
“The toy stays, tesoro.”
“What? Inside?” I look at him over my shoulder in shock, but he just smiles.
When we’re both dressed and ready to go, he saunters over and presses his palm over my p***y. “Looks like a perfect fit. No one will even notice it since it was specifically designed to be wearable.”
The situation still has me reeling when he adds, “Let’s go.”
I take a first, tentative step. The silicone is soft, and the p***y plug doesn’t impede my progress, but my walls do brush the sides of it with every shift. It’s almost like having Luca’s finger in me. The narrow end nested between my folds is touching my c**t, rubbing it discreetly with each movement. Another step, then
