Let’s Play With Sex Toys

I’m just plump and primed for fucking

My full breasts roll with my breathing. I stroke my hand over his returning bits of hair. I can still feel our cum sliding down the insides of my thighs. My gaze locks on the assortment of toys next to my mattress. I can’t help the smile on my face as he relaxes on me.

“You know there’s toys, right?”

I tilt my head in the direction of his side of the bed. There’s this glimmer that happens within his brown depths. Like I’ve unleashed a monster I won’t quite know how to handle.

“Hmmm, yes, there are.”

He leaps up from underneath me. I can’t help lagging at the sudden shift. He looks at my out there Whore Drawer collection. There’s a collection of anal plugs, riding crops, lube, dildos, and handcuffs. He grabs a hold of the fuzzy, blue handcuffs with a maniacal grin. His other hand holds onto the riding crop.

“Give me your wrists.”

“Oh, I do not make this simple or easy for you. Ever.”

I shift my weight onto my heels. My body crunches down and I wag my ass in the air. I’m guessing I look like a dog looking to play with it’s owner. He lunges for my left wrist. I just barely avoid his capture.