Joy of the toy

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Joy with the toy

My master speaks
“Get in position, let me see that lovely ass”
I get on all fours
My head against the sheets
My back arched, pussy and ass raised to him
He holds the wand against my lower back
I feel the vibrations of the Tickler on my skin
Slowly he moves it back and forth down along my ass
He teases my rosebud lips
My clit is aching and full
He runs the Tickler over it roughly
I start to buck, wanting to draw it inwards
He teases, just avoiding the entrance to my treasure
My juices flow down my thighs
I moan, begging
“Fuck me master, yesss Fuck me”
He pushes it roughly against my ass
“I am the master, slave”
“Take it”
He thrusts the entire Tickler on the end of wand
Deep into my womb
I scream, as it pounds at my cervix
My pussy clenches it and squeezes
Hard
He rams it in deeper
In and out
I scream
He holds his other hand on my back
Forcing me to stay in position
He fucks me hard and fast
My love canal sucking it in deep
The tip of the toy, brushing against my clit
With every thrust
I lose control, my moans turning to whimpers
My juices spray out as I am fucked hard
My master slows down and draws the tip
Against my ass flower
I take a deep breath…
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

To be continued……………..Jacksbaby 1

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