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She came… and came, and came again. She squirted, even, a few times which only served to make me want to fuck her all the more. Then she sat up and pulled me onto the bed, she looked like she wanted to ask me something, but couldn’t. “What is it, honey?” I asked at the risk of sounding like a school nurse or a mother figure of sorts.

“Well, I have something I’ve always wanted do, but I’ve never used it and I bought it for…” she stammered nervously, and pulled from the drawer a fully equipped lesbian strap-on rig. I smiled, recognizing that this little innocent being had been hiding a wonderfully sinful side for a long time.

“Put it on!” I said, without hesitation.

She did and it fit perfectly, as though she had spent countless time fitting and adjusting it to suit her perfectly. And she wore it well, like a true appendage. I felt it my duty to this wishful woman to lay back, grab my legs spreading them above myself in a good porn star pose and invite her to fuck me until we both came… and jesus, mary, and joseph, we did.

We went on fucking like that for the next few hours trading the strap on until we both got too sore to take any more. Then we fell asleep side by side and as I lay there in her bed I delighted in the vanilla scent of her body in the breeze as I was carried off across the sea of consciousness, and into the land of nod.

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