as long as possible, prolonging each sensation.
When she felt her eyelids drooping, her mind tempting her to block out the sense of sight to enhance all the others, she pinched her nipples, hard, and forced them open. Staring at her pussy in the mirror, she watched the little butterfly and felt the first drops of moisture trickle down the inside of her thigh.
She never had a problem getting wet. Her greedy pussy always lubricated itself well. And despite the size of some of the cocks that had plundered it in the past, her inner muscles remained nice and tight. She felt the tremors in her vaginal walls increasing, almost as if the wings of the butterfly had moved inside her flesh and were beating inside her.
Her pulse was pounding harder now, stimulated by the insistent thrum of vibration racing through her. When she could stand it no longer she gritted her teeth to force herself to move and reached into the tote again. The dildo she pulled out was one of her favorites, long and thick and very lifelike. Lifting one foot and resting it on the low table, she inserted the dildo into her cunt, taking her time, pushing it in partway, pulling it out, then pushing again.
She drew out the process until at last she had it all the way in, and the muscles of her pussy clamped down on it avidly.
Yesss!
Oh, yes. That was what she craved. That huge cock filling her, stretching her tissues. Pushing on the tip of the butterfly again she increased its speed and began moving the dildo in and out of her cunt. Faster, faster, faster. One hand gripped her breast, rolling and pinching the nipple as the other thrust the dildo in and out of the wet, grasping cavern.
More, more, more!
The orgasm built low in her belly, spreading outward like the flames of a greedy fire, consuming her until it reached its goal and exploded. It was all she could do to stay upright as the spasms shook her and her cunt convulsed over and over again. When the last tremor died away she pulled out the dildo and stopped the butterfly, very carefully removing it from her sensitive, swollen clit.
Dropping the toys into the tote, she lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs and with heavy-lidded eyes looked at herself in the mirror. All that pale pink flesh between her thighs was now rosy with fulfillment, flushed with the heat of climax, and glistening wet.
When she could finally pull herself together, she rose on slightly unsteady legs, picked up the tote and headed toward her bedroom.
* * * * *
Holy fucking shit!
Skyler lay in his bed with his heart racing, pulse pounding, one hand fisted around his cock. As the show across the street progressed he’d thrown back the sheet covering him and taken himself in hand. His other hand cupped his balls, cradling them as he watched the erotic dance and slowly stroked himself.
If he could have asked for anything else to make this little episode better—besides having this woman right in his room with him—it would have been for her to be turned more toward him so he could get a full view of what he was sure was a delectable little cunt. Shifting to a better position, he turned onto his side with one knee bent, caressing his hot dick as his eyes devoured the scene across from him.
Naked! Her little puss was naked! She either shaved or waxed. Skyler didn’t know and didn’t care. He was just glad she did it.
God, she was such a wet dream. Had she done this before and he just hadn’t noticed? Not damn likely. Probably before he moved in, when she’d had the cul-de-sac to herself. His arrival had no doubt put a crimp in her “activities”. He figured his lack of appearance at night as well as the absence of lights on in his house had convinced her it was safe to put on her little show again.
He wondered what she did during the day that inspired her to do this at night. Or what she was working away on every evening. That was more likely.
Oh, shit!
He watched her ride through her orgasm, body spasming
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