For several years now she slept, inserting a huge dildo in herself. She called him "my sweet boy." It was a large male 25 cm long and at least 8 centimeters thick. She slept with him, even when she had her periods, spreading oilcloth and an extra sheet. She went to bed and her pussy gently vibrated, absorbing this monster. Literally in a minute, her first orgasm was overwhelming, and then another and another. Just a couple of minutes of rest, and rolled a new wave. These were real vaginal orgasms, completely incomparable with the fact when you end up with masturbation of the clitoris. These orgasms were so tender - the uterus did not contract, and the vagina vibrated tremblingly and the pulse beat in it, and the whole body was covered with licked goosebumps. She fell asleep and continued to cum in a dream. At the beginning of the night, orgasms occurred every few minutes, then the body became sated and they occurred less frequently. But still, during the night she experienced climax moments about 30 times. She awoke to the sound of an alarm clock that had become languid and content. She washed her “sweet boy”, put it on a pillow and covered him with a blanket.

- Rest, my friend! You did a good job, see you tonight!

In the afternoon she carried in herself vaginal balls. They gently rolled in her and caused a pleasant longing and waiting for the next meeting with the "sweet boy." But they did not cause an orgasm. Sometimes, at work, a fit of desire rolled over her. She locked herself in the toilet, took off her panties, squatted, knees wide apart, and masturbated her clit. The second hand, she held the vulva, so that the balls did not fly out of it during orgasm. When she finished, her uterus and her entire lower body were beating in frantic contractions. He frowned with disgust - fu, clitoral orgasm so dirty and rough. Yes, he gives a complete discharge, but how can he compare with the gentle silk waves of the vaginal?

On weekends, she sometimes gave herself sexy parties. She took a pink pill for female Viagra, lay down on the bed, bent at the knees and spread her legs wide apart, putting them on the back of the bed, and introduced herself to her "sweet boy." On ordinary days, she simply injected him - she had enough sweet stretching and pressure on the point - G and did not need to move them into the vagina; but on such days she made deep, strong frictions and choked in the ocean of multiple orgasms. Her nipples and clitoris were hard erected and languished from languor and thirst for touch, but she did not touch them, completely surrendering to her "sweet boy."

One day she was at a party, heavily drunk and came home late. From the wine she was very excited. She went to the fridge to drink mineral water, and saw a bottle of unfinished wine there. Suddenly the blood rushed to her face and her panties were completely wet from the discharge. She took out a bottle, poured the rest of the wine into a glass and drank it in one gulp. She opened the hot water faucet in the sink and put the bottle under the jet while the labels were peeled off. Without flushing or taking a shower so as not to wash off the juices flowing from her, she tore off all her clothes and squatted on her bed and casually brushed the "sweet boy" on the floor. She held the bottle upright, neck down. With a quick breathing and trembling, she sank down, and the bottom of the bottle touched her hot current vagina. She knew that it would take some time. Slowly and at the same time, she began to slowly stretch her pussy. Exhausted from desire, she hurried slightly at the end and a little bit torn her vagina. The bottle slipped inside and instantly it clogged up with the most voluptuous orgasm in her life. She stood in the pose of cancer and pushed the bottle even deeper. Now she was stretched to the full limit, any slightest effort would tear her fabric.She experienced a kneeling orgasm, kneeling, and then fell into exhaustion on a flank, pulling her knees to her chest, and tried to relax. That night she could not fall asleep for a minute - the sensations were so strong and unique. She only forgot herself in the morning, she was unable to go to work. She woke up, Konda already darkened. She gently pulled the bottle out of herself - a whole puddle of vaginal mucus came out of it. She took the bottle to the bathroom and gently washed it, then fell to her lips.

- My sweet girl, now I will always be only with you!