She was ready. Her pussy was quivering, “Yeah..” Then she began to stroke it up and down squeezing the head and pressing against the base. XXNX It felt warm, strong. Grinning broadly and nodding to herself she walked out into the lab. Sometimes she would come home and find Christie wearing a strap on and acting butch, stroking it and egging her on. One that provided feedback to the wearer. Every lick, every suck, every deep throat gave her thrills. Each caress sent signals through her body. Four, full penetration. She felt it really was hers to use, to control. “Real meat!” Christie headed boldly towards the door. As she rolled it around in her hand she imagined it being her own dick. Sure. Move it out of the way to keep it safe. It felt like any other strap-on. She was ready to orgasm at any moment. Sort of. Men were tools to be used not sex objects. She didn’t want to cum just yet. The sensations felt real. She walks to the cooler and grabs a drink.
