Marcy was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide open. Her wet hair cascaded down her back, and her skin glistened from a recent shower. In her hand, she held a massive dildo, its surface slick with lubrication. She worked it in and out of her body with a determined look on her face.
My heart raced at the sight, and I felt a surge of excitement. I set down the food and drink, my mind racing with the possibilities of what was to come.
Marcy looked up and met my gaze. "Took you long enough," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I was getting bored."
I chuckled, feeling a surge of lust at Marcy's playful insult. "I see that," I replied, my eyes locked on the dildo in her hand.
Marcy continued to work the toy in and out of her body, her movements becoming more urgent. I couldn't help but feel entranced by the sight.
"Like what you see?" Marcy asked, her voice teasing.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Marcy smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Good," she said. "Because I'm just getting started."
I watched as Marcy continued to pleasure herself, my own desire growing stronger with every passing moment. Finally, Marcy let out a moan of pleasure, her body shuddering with release.
Marcy pulled the dildo out of her body, a satisfied smile on her face. "Not bad for a quickie," she said, winking at me.
I chuckled, feeling a surge of love and desire for Marcy. "Not bad at all," I replied, my mind already racing with ideas for what to do next.
The two of us shared a long, lingering kiss, our bodies pressed together. The food and drink forgotten, we began to explore each other's bodies, our desire for each other burning stronger than ever.
The night was still young, and the two of us were just getting started.
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