"Let's attach your new toy now. Daddy won't be selfish, I will join you today in your torture," I put her down, resolving myself to endure a long day of blue balls with gritted teeth.
Merry looked a little disheartened, but the thought of a better orgasm later was enough to appease her. "Mm, okay," she agreed and turned to the goth girl. She was now leaning weakly against the shelves, a long silvery line of sticky fluids adorning her thigh. It must be something that dripped out.
Her chest rose and sunk with her hurried breath, and she was still staring at my hard dick without blinking, her mind unsettled. She was gently rubbing her lower lips around the vibrating toy despite enjoying an orgasm a moment ago.
