Aftermath

Pleather skirt pulled up, panties pulled down, lying on my back with my knees splayed, the spikes of my heels dig deep into the sofa cushions as I fuck myself hard with the dildo, giving me purchase as I writhe. One hand holds the phone and one twists and slams the silicone in and out as he tells me a story, tells me what to say, tells me what I am.

We cum and we talk and we laugh and then it’s late so I’m sent to bed. As I pull myself upright I reach between my legs and my thighs are still wet, my cunt noisily slick. He likes the glittery slut shoes, and I like how much he likes them.

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