As Lucy’s fingering delivered me closer to climax, she stopped. Suddenly, the pleasure rushed away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She snatched the dildo from the nightstand and activated its highest vibration setting. Again, I closed my eyes. She guided the dildo inside of me. Immediately, the pleasure returned to my body.
I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. Goosebumps clothed my skin. The vibrations from the dildo resounded throughout my body. At last, I felt the birth of an orgasm. I wasn’t cumming yet, but I knew that my climax was imminent. My short moans, which were divided equally among my breaths, now clumped themselves together. I only stopped making noise when I inhaled. I took my hands from my breasts and tightly clamped them on the bedsheets, fearing that I’d squeeze my breasts too hard. I became lightheaded, and my hips continued to squirm. My chest was pounding like horses’ hooves upon hard ground.
Like a bomb, the growing orgasm finally exploded; the pleasure bounced through my veins, reverberating in every limb and nook of my body. The orgasm took my body captive: uncontrollably, I yelped a shrill squeal. My legs shook just like Lucy’s had earlier. My hands nearly ripped the sheets from the bed. I felt myself squirt for the first time in my life, and it sounded like I was firing a water gun. Mid-orgasm, I looked down to see the water ejecting from my pussy.
Lucy retracted the vibrator from my pussy. She examined it; again, it was doused with female ejaculation. Unlike Lucy, though, I had properly squirted. Some had landed on her stomach and her thighs, and some stained the sheets of the bed before.
After I had squirted, I felt empty. Lucy climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Then, she lay beside me, and we fell asleep.
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