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Transit, 68 Part 2

Added 2025-08-09 13:01:12 +0000 UTC

Lori’s crimson nails were a stark, predatory contrast against the smooth pink silicone as she guided the dildo's thick, glistening head back to her lips. Her mouth obscenely plumped and still tasting faintly of submission, parted effortlessly. There was no hesitation, no gag reflex only the practiced, slick slide of the toy sinking deep down her throat. It was a familiar emptiness, a welcome violation her body now craved.

Flashes, hot and fragmented, flickered behind her eyes. A blur of memories not hers, but hers now. The taste of a dozen different men, the rough texture of unshaven skin against her cheek, the satisfying weight of a heavy cock resting on her chin. She remembered them all, a gallery of conquests. The thin ones, the average ones… they were fleeting, forgettable. But the big ones… oh, the big ones. The ones that stretched her throat, that made her eyes water with effort and pleasure, the ones that felt like a true surrender those were the memories that lingered, that made her pussy clench with a phantom ache. This dildo, impressive as it was, was just another contender for the throne.

Pulling the toy from her mouth with a wet, obscene pop, she admired the sheen of her own saliva coating its length. A low growl rumbled in her chest. Oral was just the appetizer. Sprawling on her back across the luxurious bedspread, she spread her legs wide, a shameless invitation to the empty room. The shiny plug nestled inside her shifted, its pressure a delicious, constant reminder of her own depravity. She guided the slick head of the dildo to her wet, waiting cunt, her body arching in anticipation…