The two of them. Limbs entangled. Sheets hanging off the side of the bed, pillow shoved heedlessly to the floor. Her back arching in pleasure as his t...ngue delves into her wet folds. Her voice rough with desire; calling out his name over and over, calling mindlessly for him to fuck her....'Yes like that... oh fuck yes, don’t stop.' She loves the way his fingers pries her thighs apart until they can go no further, the way his eyes lock on her damp folds. She feels so exposed, so wanton, so very. She laughed softly, thinking she sounded like Dora the Explorer.What she needed was the library. This required a return trip to her bedroom to change, and a temporal realignment to daylight hours. Tomorrow, or earlier today, she wondered uneasily? Intuition suggested that earlier today was the safer bet, though she couldn’t have explained why, if asked. Somehow, it just felt right.She had another problem: Rebecca was pretty sure that Mom would be at her bedroom door within seconds of venturing. "oh, come on!!" I whimper and plead. With a minutes fussing, I get the drawer open and open our toy box. I quickly grab the large flesh coloured suction-cup dildo, butt plug and the lube and make for the bathroom. I suction the dildo to the edge of the tub and begin to lube my ass; working a finger and then two in with the cool lube. My pussy is on fire. I press the cold metal of the butt plug against my asshole and slowly push it into me. It stretches me to my max, making me wince for a half. He especially loved when I would apply nipple clamps and twist and pull his nipples while calling him a filthy white whore. Previously a work-a-holic, wearing men’s clothing felt unnatural to him and now he would find excuses to work from home or leave work early so he could get home and put on his satin and silk and feel like his true self. He would beg me to let him eat my pussy, but I told him he wasn’t allowed because he could only have superior black cocks in his mouth. Steven the male.