“Fuuuuck.” The word tumbled from her lips, causing Ethan to glance at her face, his own creasing into a frown. Once he realised she was exclaiming in pleasure, rather than dislike or discomfort, his frown turned into a grin.
“All right?” he asked.
She nodded vigorously, growing more aroused as the makeshift d**k filled her p***y. Barely realising what she was saying, she told him, “Don’t stop.”
Ethan’s eyebrows shot up almost into his hairline. “Well,” he said, smirking at Jeremy, then back at her, “you’ve certainly changed your tune. And here I was, thinking you were hating it. And me.”
I could never hate you, she thought, but didn’t say it. “I didn’t think I’d like it. But it actually feels really good. Nothing like a real c**k, but in a pinch it would certainly get the job done.”
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