Butt plug antics: having a good time with a naughty girlfriend

Dean held the buttplug in his palm as if it was an alien. From the tip of Dean's ears to the base of his neck, he was blushing.

Helen had to resist the urge to tease him.

Instead, she asked: "Do you still want to use it?"

Dean shifted his gaze away from the sexy and looked at it.

He sucked nervously and said, "I-yes, but- Are you sure that you want it?"

At that moment, he looked innocent , but she knew there was a darker side to him. She wanted to be there for him when he let go of his fears.

Helen walked to the end of their walk, keeping her feet just inches apart. She then ran her hands across his back, pressing her boobs against his chest.

He was strong. He loved it when she touched him.

She reassured him that he wanted him, and that he would love the little thing here. Trust me.

He kissed her deeply and caressed her lips with his tongue before gently rubbing her lips until she opened her mouth.

Slowly, he extended his tongue to her.

Helen felt his dick growing harder and she threw back her head, allowing him to access her neck.

He rubbed her skin with pecs and occasionally opened his mouth to try her taste.

Helen was frustrated that his hands were not moving and grabbed his shoulders. She jumped and wrapped her legs around him quickly.

He said, "Ah, you are a tease," and walked until she was backed against a wall.

He was wearing shorts and she had to feel his hardiness.

Helen groaned as the wetness gathered between her legs. He squeezed her stomach and gave her enough friction to make her go crazy.

He suddenly moved and placed her on the bed. Helen took off her skirt and shirt, and when he pressed his lips against hers, she grabbed the shirt from him and tossed it over her head.

They were like teenagers, rubbing against one another.

She was looking for more.

She wanted him to have a hard time with her, and the buttplug in him would give her even more pleasure.

He was patient and cautious, and he loved her like no one else.

He confessed, his tongue moving downwards towards her boobs.

He carefully kneaded the one, watching in fascination as the nipple became taut between his fingers.

He gave it a quick but firm lick. She repaid him by squirming, and then burying her nails in the shoulder.

He gently kissed her nipple, but didn't take it in his mouth. Then he rolled the other between his thumbs and his index finger.

Helen was unaware of the pleasure these small movements could bring her. He wrapped his mouth around her sensitive bud and she gasped in shock.

He took a very light snort and touched her with his teeth. Helen groaned, her legs squeezing around his waist.

She moaned, "And you call me a tease?"

He smiled with mischievousness and paid attention to her other nipple. He nuzzled her underboob with the teeth of his teeth, and teased her with just a flicker of his tongue.

The butt plug must be included

Helen remembered the butt plug and sat back up.

She ordered her to "Turn around", and "I promise that I'm gonna make it great for you."

He did so, stretching across her leg and showing her his incredible back.

Helen held him close and massaged her hands. Helen began by giving him a light, relaxing massage. She worked on his neck and shoulders.

Her hands continued to move down, along his spine. She massaged around, massaging his butt, and occasionally, she would touch his stomach. He relaxed and grunted under her touch, and then he let out a few sighs.

He was finally docile when she reached his butt.

She worked the muscles by kneading his cheeks. Her fingers reached for his groyne. He shuddered as she circled it with a light touch.

"Do you like it?"

Dean licked his lips, eyes closed.

He asked, "Do it again."

She circled it with her second finger. He continued to respond to her touch by pressing against the sheets.

She said, "Poor baby, you don't know how to deal with yourself."

He shrugged and she lubricated him with her two fingers, making his entrance.

She was sweet and asked, "Do you want to put the butt plug in you, Dean?"

He could barely get the words out of "Please, please."

He was feigning a deep red flush from his hands as he fisted on the sheets.

She laughed and slowly instilled the buttplug. He cursed and shivered but with pleasure.

He suddenly turned around and began to pin her against the bed. His face was devoid of any trace of shyness.

Instead, she was presented with fiery blue eyes.

Take back control

He ordered, "Sit on your face right fucking now."

Helen leapt up and mounted him.

She sat down in front of his legs and cried when his tongue touched her clit.

He held her legs in place with an iron grip, even though she tried to move. Helen wrapped her fist around the dick and began to give him a hand job.

His shaft edge was touched by her thumb, and she moved and turned slightly. She smiled at herself as her hips bumped against her hand, and she felt his hips.

She felt his tongue touch her and the rhythm of his hand lost. He took her in and grunted at her pussy.

He then forced her to raise her arms and she was soon on all fours.

He assured her that she would taste amazing.

He suddenly burrowed himself in her. They both gasped at the friction.

Helen felt him more deeply inside of her and knew that the butt plug was increasing their sensitivity.

He began to thrust hard and fast, with his heels slamming against Helen with a wet sound. Helen felt an intense orgasm in her centre as she cried out his name.

The joys of a buttplug

He said, barely coherent, "The sextoy... Fucking great ..."

The pace increased even further.

Helen could feel him, warm and perfect within her until her vision burst into fireworks.

His fingers pressed into her legs. His cock was twitching in her thighs.

She begged, "Cum for baby,"

"Yes, yes, fuck you ...", he gave her one more thrust before getting into her pussy.

She fell asleep on the mattress, exhausted beyond words.

After spending a while in the toilet, he returned to his bed and cuddled her.

He whispered to her, "I want it again." "All the time."