According to the rules established by her, he could only have three toys at a time, but it was rare when he got the chance to choose.
So, when the opportunity came to his door, he did not miss it to use all of them at once, eagerness flowing like blood in his veins.
He returned with stumbling feet, holding a beaded massager, a cock ring, and a ball gag, his whole body still quivering from the tease before, yet eager for more.
“You forgot the lube.” She snickered and regarded him grow agitated, about to dash back into the bedroom when she stopped him and ordered him to lie on her thighs.
“You don’t need lube. Your filthy juices are enough.” Her tone mocked as her hands gently grazed along his ass cheeks.
Smooth and delicate, her touch led his hands to grasp the couch, his breaths to fill up his chest, and his eyes to clench tighter.
The toys had been put on the table before her, right beside her cooling coffee, and he could not help but gaze at them longingly, with weak eyes.
Gingerly, her hands advanced to his length scrapped all the pre-cum he had been leaking, and brought it to his hole.
“Did I make you wait too long?” She questioned as she caressed his pre-cum on his entrance, eventually finding it not enough.
He shook his head, abruptly jolting and shutting his eyes once again as he heard her spit on his entrance, the sound of her spitting hardening his cock even more.
Her fingers speedily began rubbing her saliva on his entrance in a non-chanting way, squeezing and spanking his ass ever so gently.
The softness of her fingers led his dick to grind against her thighs, already driving him closer to his end.
“You’re behaving like such a good boy. But, I want to know how did you hold back when you were pleasing yourself.” Adding, she slowly began entering her fingers inside his hole, preparing him for the five silicone beads that would vibrate his sweet spots.
“I- I wanted to p-please you. And I repeated that to myself every time I was about to cum.” The cracks and the desperation in his voice provoked her to penetrate into his hole a little faster, spitting more to gap him up more.
“Is that all you did?” She questioned and removed her fingers from his hole, picking up the beaded massager to place it on his wet entrance.
“I-I slapped myself, l-like you do whenever I’m close to cuming.” His continuing whimpers turned greedier as he felt the vibrator slowly entering him, the vibrator not yet turned on.
“But slapping makes it harder to control. It makes you wanna cum even more. How did that help?” She questioned, her eyes relishing his opening hole, his entrance inhaling the vibrator fully.
His hole looked so full, so sloppy and so sexy, leading her to switch on the vibrator.
His jaw quickly clenched at the vibration hitting his insides, his body stiffening up as his whimpers turned girly. He sounded much like a professional porn star, crying from pleasure and for pleasure.