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“Your thighs are trembling,” she said, looking at Vanessa’s eyes again.

Vanessa had to take a deep breath before being able to speak.

“Can you blame me?” she asked.

Megan started tracing lazy circles around Vanessa’s right breast, slowly spiraling in towards the nipple. By now, Vanessa’s entire body was one big erogenous zone and even this simple act by Megan was priming Vanessa for more.

Megan leaned forward and locked her lips with Vanessa’s for an intense kiss, Vanessa tasting her own come mixed with wine together in Megan’s mouth. After coming up for air, Megan slid down until she was once again between Vanessa’s legs. Vanessa watched Megan’s mouth drop open and a look of pure desire come over her features. Megan gasped and seemed to grow a little dizzy.

“Oh my God, baby,” Megan whispered, “this is so beautiful. Do you have any idea how much come is leaking out of you?”

Vanessa had some idea, yeah. By now, her ass was basically resting in a puddle.

Megan lowered her head and started licking the juices coming out of Vanessa. She was gentle, obviously mindful of how sensitive Vanessa was down there now. Megan used slow, flat strokes with tongue, every now and then teasing Vanessa’s opening by softly pressing against it as if she was about to penetrate, knowingly avoiding her clit which was now a live wire. Vanessa groaned at the build-up of yearning she felt growing again. She arched her hips upwards, trying to make even more contact with Megan’s mouth. This kind of thing had never been done to her before: tied to a bed and made to have orgasm after orgasm. Vanessa couldn’t believe this.

Why, oh why, does this have to only be a fling?

Megan, meanwhile, was humming contentedly as she drank, and hearing Megan’s enjoyment was sending Vanessa into orbit.

“We haven’t even gotten to the fun orgasms yet, babe,” Megan eventually said.

“The fun ones?” Vanessa gasped. “These have been pretty fun.”

But Megan shook her head.

“Wait right here,” she said, as if Vanessa could, in fact, go somewhere.

Vanessa watched Megan go to her closet and pull out a leather tote bag that Vanessa had never seen before.

Megan set the bag on the nightstand and looked inside it. Biting her bottom lip, Megan appeared to be thinking quite seriously about what came next. Eventually, she looked at Vanessa.

“After Cindy and I broke up, I did some shopping,” Megan said, lazily tracing Vanessa’s jawline. “Do you want to see what I bought myself?”

Vanessa nodded. But Megan shook her head.

“Words,” she ordered firmly. “Say, ‘Megan, please show me what you bought.’”

Vanessa gasped.

“Megan, please show me what you bought.”

“Better. First, there’s this…” Megan reached into the bag and pulled out a stunning glass dildo. It was long with purple swirls of glass inside of it and pink nubs along its shaft.

“Oh, fuck,” Vanessa whispered.

Megan held it before Vanessa’s eyes like one of those models showing off a toaster on The Price is Right.

Vanessa licked her lips, her eyes wide, taking it all in, more desire leaking from between her legs. She wondered how much of that stuff her body could produce.

Megan rested the dildo between Vanessa’s breasts and Vanessa could feel its weighty solidity.

Megan next pulled out a purple vibrator with a ridged head. Vanessa noted it was another long toy.

This woman doesn’t fuck around.

Megan leaned forward to hold Vanessa’s eyes with her own.

“Do I have your permission?” she asked.