She let out a little gasp as I trailed it down her chest, over the corset and to her pelvic mound. Playing it softly across the outer lips of her vagina, I asked her again if she had ever had an orgasm.
Again she refused to answer.
Parting her lips I shoved the vibrator roughly inside her wet tunnel and knelt down to play my tongue across her excited clitoris.
She thrashed about in the swing and screamed in mock protest as I worked her button until it all but disappeared.
Then with a throaty roar, she shook and quaked in spasms as the strong orgasm overtook her body, squirting so hard the vibrator flushed out of her and onto the floor.
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