Giselle’s camera jolts around, my bedsheets rustling, before she returns with a box in hand. She sets it down on the mattress beside her bare hip and holds her phone steady so I can read the writing engraved beneath the image on the—
“Is that a sex toy?”
“Mhm.”
“Did you buy that today?”
“Youbought it.”
At that I let out a laugh. “Of course I did. It’s actually very on brand.”
“I wasn’t planning on buying it…” Giselle’s face fills my small screen once more. She looks so pretty, pupils still blown wide with desire, her lids heavy with the rush of endorphins still cascading through her body. “But I saw it and thought… I—we—could try it. You know so I’m prepared for when we have sex.”
“We just had sex, Gee.”
“Penetrativesex.”
The rest of the words sitting on the tip of my tongue dry up.
“Is that a ‘yes’?” Giselle giggles sweetly, making the back of my teeth ache.
“Fuck yeah,” I croak, clearing my throat before I can continue. “Whatever you want, Gee.”
She laughs again brightly while she props the phone up, allowing me to watch her rip open the box.
“I’m gonna go clean it. I’ll be right back.” Her cute little arse fills the pixilated screen as she stands to head to the bathroom, my cock kicking to life again at the sight.
I squeeze the base of myself when Giselle reappears, her cheeks flushed, sitting back on my bed and unscrewing a familiar bottle of lube. She pours a liberal amount onto the silicone toy, before widening her legs, allowing me to see every single fucking inch of her.
My balls draw tight against my body, the long vein pulsating on the underside of my cock while I spit into my hand and twist the head.
It takes a little bit of manoeuvring but then Giselle is propping the flared head at the sex toy at her wet entrance.
“God,” I groan, fighting the urge to squeeze my eyes shut. I don’t want to miss a single fucking second. “Show me how you good you can slide that fake cock inside yourself, Gee. I wanna see.”
She moans high in her throat as she plucks at her right nipple at the same time as sliding the smooth silicone toy inside herself.
I’m not sure which one of us is panting more by the time it’s fully seated inside her; the small extended arm sitting flush with her swollen clit.
“Does it vibrate?”
Gee sinks her teeth into her plush bottom lip. “Mhm.”
“Be a good girl and turn it on, then.”
A quiet buzzing fills the space, followed by a whimper bursting from Gee’s sweet lips. Her hips buck forward, chasing the pressure, toes curling in my sheets.
I grip my cock again, watching, unblinking as Giselle’s stomach quivers, a small hiss and wince of pain marring her pretty features when she pulls the toy out an inch or two.
Curling her hand around her breast, squeezing, she pushes the fake cock back inside herself, her yelp of pain replaced with a kitten-like moan.
“You okay?”
“Y-yeah.” Gee bobs her head. “Fuck.”
She alternates between pulling the toy out of her, allowing me to see the shiny slick of her arousal coating the silicone length and swallowing it whole, holding the vibrating arm to her puffy clit until her head tips back.
I fuck my own fist faster, beginning to lose feeling in my legs as my stomach tightens.
