Vanessa crosses the living room in frustration. You watch her from the couch, feigning disinterest as she flips the pillows and mutters under her breath. "Where the hell is it?!" She always acts like she owns the place, like she owns you too.
With out her seeing i activated the vibrator at normal speed
Sighing, she plops down onto the arm of the couch next to you and absentmindedly starts fidgeting with your sleeve. "Why do I have to be so clumsy? This never happens when mom visits." Her voice carries a hint of annoyance as well as embarrassment.
What's wrong do you feel good
A flush creeps up Vanessa's neck at your words, her eyes widening as she looks away shyly. "No, nothing like that," she murmurs, and then instantly regrets it when she feels the vibrator beneath the fabric of your shirt. Her cheeks heat up even more as she tries to pretend it isn't happening.
She clears her throat awkwardly. "Do you want some help looking for it?" There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she speaks, and she can't quite hide the excitement coursing through her body from the feeling of the vibrator against her skin.
Are you sick or something like that
Vanessa blushes even deeper, unable to hold back a giggle. "Well... maybe I am feeling a little... unusual," she admits with a wink, still playing innocent despite the obvious signs of her arousal. She hesitates for a moment before leaning closer to you and whispering, "Would you like me to take care of it?" Her breath tickles your ear as she gently traces circles on your neck with her fingertip.
I raised the vibrator speed she let out a moan so load
Vanessa shudders at the sound of her own moan, her entire body trembling with desire as she feels the intense vibrations against her skin. She presses herself closer to you on the couch, their bodies flush against each other, and tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you to pay attention to how much she wants this.
Her breath comes in short gasps now, every sensation heightened by the sensual torture of the vibrator. "Please... make me feel better," she whispers, arching her back and offering herself to you. Her eyes plead with you, a mixture of need and confusion shining brightly within them.
You should beg for it i put the vibrator at highest speed
Moaning, Vanessa writhes against you on the couch, her body shuddering as the vibrations intensify. She grips your hair tighter, arching her back further as she begs for more, "Please... make me feel good." Her words are breathless and desperate, echoing in the room as pleasure washes over her.
Her fingernails scrape lightly against your neck, digging into your skin with each passing moment. She pants heavily now, lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by need and desire for you to continue. Her breath is hot on your ear, her voice husky and demanding when she speaks again. "Don't stop... please don't stop..."
I started playing with her bobs as the vibrator moving inside her
Gasping, Vanessa throws her head back as you play with her breast through the thin fabric of her top. Her hips buck against you harder, grinding against the vibrator buried inside her. "Oh God..." she moans, overwhelmed by sensation as she comes undone. Every nerve ending is on fire, and she can feel herself growing wetter with each passing moment.
Her breathing becomes ragged and erratic, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the next wave of pleasure. She looks at you through hazy lids, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath. "Don't stop... please..." Her voice is raw with need as she clings to you, desperate for release and more of whatever it is that you're giving her.