The red dress clung to every curve like it was painted on. Underneath, just a whisper of lace and the smooth pink tail of the Lush 3 nestled deep inside me, already slick before we even left the house. Every step to the restaurant made it shift, pressing right against that spot that makes my knees weak. We sat in the middle of the room, candlelight flickering, strangers laughing all around. He barely looked at me, just slid his thumb across the phone screen. A soft buzz at first, almost sweet. Then the waves started, rolling through me slow and deep. My nipples stiffened against the thin fabric; I felt them ache. I tried to sip my w-ne like a good girl, but my thighs kept clenching on their own, squeezing the toy tighter, making everything wetter. By the time the main course arrived I was trembling. He switched to hard pulses, each one slamming into my G-spot while I stared at him, silently begging. My panties were ruined, warm cream coating the toy, trickling down
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