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I giggle, ecstatic to hear him say that. I rummage around in my purse, and I pull out one of my favorite toys. It is something small, easily transportable, and usually gives me a quick, enjoyable orgasm. He has a mischievous look on his face upon seeing me with the toy.

I put the toy in my mouth, sucking on it hard and getting it nice and wet for what I am about to do with it. I take it out, running it along my tongue suggestively before running it down my chest and burrowing it in my cleavage.

“I always carry one with me,” I tell him. “May I use it for you?”

Without saying a word and with barely even a nod, we are up off of the couch and heading to his bedroom. He grabs me by the hand and escorts me to the bed.

“I want to watch you with that thing now,” he says. “I’ll bet you look so hot. I want to watch you come, beautiful.”

And I want to come for him. I feel so sexy whenever I am around him. I’m not sure what method I will use, but I know we are going to have fun.

I start to strip off my dress, but to my surprise, he stops me.

“Could you actually leave the dress on?” he asks.

More than willing to please, I oblige him, sticking out my tongue at him. I lay back on his bed, spreading my legs slowly, preparing for my friend. I slide my panties off down my legs. I kick them off, and they land next to him.

I start playing with myself. First, I rub my wet clit with my fingers, tenderizing it for the pounding it’s about to receive tonight, not just from me. I play with my breasts as I tend to my clit, imagining him pinching them with his powerful hands.

Then, I turn on the toy, focusing it on my clit while I bury my fingers as deep inside of me as I can get them. I am moaning under my breath, breathing frantically and loving every second of it. My eyes are closed during most of my masturbation, but occasionally, my eyes will open just enough to look at the fine man I have in bed with me. I can tell he is really into it, too.

It doesn’t take long before he is removing my dress for me, trying to get me naked as soon as possible. I have a feeling he is moving fast because he’s afraid he might explode in his pants. He loves watching me with my hand up my dress, and too much of a good thing might result in a rushed production.

Once I am fully naked, I expect him to start manhandling me, but he maintains a short distance from me. He is sitting on the edge of the bed with his hand down his pants and his eyes locked intently on me as we both masturbate. I know he has to be having it rougher with how he insists on keeping his pants on.

His pants don’t stay on for long. Through the buzzing of my toy and our collective moans, I scream in carnal bliss as I come hard. It coats my fingers and sends my body into mad convulsions. Seeing me finish in such an animated way is what it takes to put him in overdrive.

He puts my toy on the nightstand. He hovers over me, watching me try to catch my breath.

He takes his pants and boxers off, but like me, he keeps a layer on, his shirt. He grabs my ankles and drags me across the mattress, pulling me to the edge of the bed. He spreads my legs apart, and he then eases his thick dick inside of me, drawing out a large breath of satisfaction from me.

“Fuck, I never get used to how big you are,” is my moan. “I can’t take it.”

He stays in for only a few seconds before pulling all the way back out.

“You’ll take it, sweetheart,” he groans. “Damn you’re so fucking tiny.”

He tortures me yet again, rubbing his glistening tip all over my pussy, teasing and painting my lap with his pre-cum. Sometimes, when he is close to my opening during the torture, he will shove his cock back up into me for a brief few seconds to jest, and then pull out to drive me crazy. He continues teasing me, watching me melt under the power of him simply rubbing his cock against my clit. I think if I didn’t stop him, he might keep it up all night.

“Please!” I shout. “What are youdoingto me?”

“Should I stop?” he asks.

“You should be putting your cock inside of me, mister!” I grunt.

“You did say please.”

“You like hearing me beg, don’t you?”

“I do,” he confirms. “I like knowing how much you like it.”

“Ineedit,” I whine. “Give it back to me.”

“How bad do you want it?”

“So bad, baby.”

“What do you want?”