He worked me through it, his movements gentling but not stopping, drawing out the pulses until I was sobbing, spent, completely hollowed out.
Finally, he stilled and withdrew his fingers from my c**t, leaving me throbbing, but he left the toy buried inside me.
He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. His breathing was slightly elevated, the only sign he was affected at all. “See?” he whispered, slipping the toy out of my p***y. “I told you I'd make you love it.”
The emptiness was shocking. My body clenched around nothing, and I despised it. I hated the loss more than I had hated the invasion.
Before the thought could fully form, before I could even draw a ragged breath, I felt an extra pressure, not like what I felt earlier; this was real. It wasn't silicone, it was flesh
