With her desires in the brim, she reached for the ten-inch dildo, positioning herself on the bed with her back arched against the pillows, her head nestled against the headboard, ready for the next chapter of her sensual escapade.
She sensually kissed the tip of the dildo, trailing it across her body, teasingly brushing it along her moist, craving pu*sy. Her other hand wandered to her breast, fondling herself as desire surged within her.
Her legs spread wider, inviting the girth of the dildo as she positioned it at the threshold of her eager entrance.
With eyes closed in fervent anticipation, she gently pressed, letting out a gasp as the head breached the velvety walls of her pussy and entered.
It was a sensation that she had grown accustomed to, having been regularly penetrated by a generous ten-inch dick or dildo. Yet, the pleasure remained undeniable.
"Oooh, so fucking good," she moaned, her voice a sultry accompaniment to her slow, rhythmic movements, gliding the toy up and down her wet pussy.
Removing it momentarily, she allowed the dildo to graze through her wetness, coating it with her own juices before plunging it deep inside once more.
"Ah yeah, hmmm," another moan escaped her, her breaths growing ragged as the sensation continued to consume her. She eased the dildo deeper, relishing the sensation of it filling her entire cunt to capacity, eliciting a guttural groan of pleasure from her lips.
"Fuck, yes," she exhaled with unbridled ecstasy.
Then slowly, she began thrusting the dildo into herself, then gradually increased the pace as her moan filled the whole room. "Ooh, yeah, so fucking good,"
She loved the sensation of how it filled her pussy, savoring the delicious ache in the depths of her aroused pussy.
"Ahhh, ah, fuck yes!" Her moans reverberated throughout the room as she worked the dildo tirelessly in and out of her wetness, deftly maneuvering it to please her insatiable desire for more.
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped, forcefully plunging the dildo into herself. "Fuck, yes!" Her cries of pleasure resounded, one hand clutching the bed's sheets, the other skillfully manipulating the dildo within her.
"Fuck me, yes!" she cried out, her eyes closing and opening with pleasure as she delighted in the sensation of every single inch of the dildo.
"Fuck!" she screamed in ecstasy, not caring that anyone from the next door would hear her cries. She didn't mind it all.
As the overwhelming wave of pleasure surged within her, she found herself utterly unable to stifle the cries of ecstasy any longer.
Her orgasm swept through her rapidly, accompanied by loud moans of pure and unadulterated pleasure. "Ahhh! Oh, yes! Ah, yeah!"
With unwavering determination, she refused to relent, riding the dildo with an insatiable desire, yearning for every inch of it as she tirelessly pursued her climax.
Out of desperation, she spread her legs wider, allowing the full length of the toy to penetrate her, impaling herself upon it with unrelenting enthusiasm, as though it were the sole purpose of her existence at that very moment.
"FUCK!!!" she screamed, the intensity of the experience pushing her perilously close to the precipice of release.
Gasping for breath, she gradually eased her fervent movements, acutely aware of the impending eruption of her orgasm.
Upon reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy, she reveled in the sensation, maintaining the dildo deep within her, savoring the lingering thrills that enveloped her.
With ragged breaths, she tenderly caressed and teased the sensitive regions of her body, reluctant to let go of the exquisite pleasure.
Then, with a deliberate motion, she gently extracted the dildo from her depths, sensing the subsiding tension in her vaginal walls, allowing a tentative relaxation to wash over her.
She resumed the sensual caresses, simultaneously pleasuring herself with her nimble fingers.
"Hmm," she moaned, then she forcefully plunged the dildo back into her core, unwilling to bring the delightful sensations to an end.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes!!" Her fervent moans resonated throughout the room as she escalated the intensity of her thrusts.
Overwhelmed by the electrifying sensations, she adored it so passionately that she grasped the dildo with both hands, plunging it deeper into her pulsating pussy, punctuated by cries of pure ecstasy.
Her flushed and contorted face showed utter disregard for the fact that her pussy was drenched and releasing its sweet juices, staining her bedsheets.
She didn't care about the roughness; it felt more like self-imposed punishment for her actions. Whenever the thought of her transgressions crossed her mind, it ignited self-loathing deep within her.
"Why?!" she screamed, gasping as she continued the unforgiving treatment. Her hands worked the dildo back and forth in her craving pussy without a moment's respite.
She was torn between loving the sensations coursing through her and despising herself for needing more when she should have been running away from this guilty pleasure.
"Why can't you stop, Liv?!" she scolded herself with a mix of frustration and desire. "Just walk away!" But the temptation was too powerful.
"Oh, God, yes!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she carried on with her fervent thrusts, driving the dildo in and out, riding the intoxicating wave of another orgasm.
"Not yet... no, not yet!" she groaned, aching as she kept fucking herself relentlessly with the dildo. The pleasure was undeniable, and she felt herself spiraling out of control.
"Fuck it!!" she cried out, gasping repeatedly as she surrendered to the relentless climax that enveloped her. Her body quivered with the overwhelming sensations she had succumbed to.
With an intense moan, she sensually withdrew the dildo from her quivering, drenched pussy, leaving it dripping and throbbing, her breath labored in the aftermath.
Despite the intense climax, her body still throbbed with desire, and she found herself craving more. The emptiness within begged to be filled, a void only he could satisfy.
She glanced at the dildo, considering whether to continue or finally put an end to the intimate session, but just as she contemplated her desires, her phone began to ring.
Taking a deep breath, she reached for the phone and her eyes widened at the caller ID—it was Arthur. Panic and desire collided within her.
She was supposed to meet Arthur at six, and now the clock read 7:45 pm.
She gasped and answered the call, "Hello."
"Ms. Atkiss, don't tell me you forgot we were supposed to meet," Arthur's voice oozed through the phone, thick with annoyance.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I just had a lot to think about, and I forgot," she stammered, the memory of their intense encounter still vivid in her mind.
His tone was laced with curiosity and perhaps a hint of frustration, "And what are you doing now?"
Liv hesitated for a moment but then admitted with a husky, desire-laden voice, "Masturbating." She gasped, surprised at her own confession.
"Masturbating? You chose masturbating over me?" Arthur's voice was laced with disbelief and a tinge of surprise.
She swallowed hard, her own admission making her blush, "I didn't mean it to come out that way. I just—I just didn't remember, and I needed something. I also needed a break after meeting Joanna face to face today."
Arthur's response was unexpected, "Oh, I see. Well, I'll only forgive you for bailing on me if you place a laptop in front of you while I video call you, and you masturbate yourself. I'd like that."
Liv bit her lip, her mind racing as she considered the proposition. With a heavy sigh, she knew there was no other way out. "Okay, I'll do that."