“Do you have that bottle of rum you promised?” she said, sitting up. “Err, yes,” he said, reaching out towards a drawer and opening it. There he lifted out the dusty bottle and sat up to hand it over. “Shall I get you a glass?” he asked “No, that won’t be necessary,” she replied with a scowl and promptly turned the bottle around, so she was holding the fat bottom part and without flinching inserted the neck of the bottle into her quim.
Oban could not believe his eyes as she began f*****g herself with the improvised dildo. “Oooh,” she sighed as the rum in the bottle started sloshing backwards and forwards as she took the whole neck, with her free hand, her fingers found their way to her c**t and busily started to frig herself. She opened her eyes for a few seconds to see what Oban was doin
