“Useless bastard” she mutters under her breath as she hears his snores. She stands in the doorway, seeing his outline under the duvet, for a brief moment considering waking him up, maybe with a blow job. But even as she licks her lips at the thought of a nice hard cock, she realises she needs to cum herself, her arousal too strong to be ignored, and she knows tonight she may end up unsatisfied if he lasts anywhere near his normal one minute wonder.
She creeps into the bedroom, although knowing it would take more than a few creaking floorboards to wake him when he is this sound asleep. She eases the bottom drawer of her bedside cabinet open, and reaches in to find what she needs, her fingers closing around the hard plastic. Smiling she eases out the vibrator she keeps there before making her way out of the bedroom and into the bathroom.
She teases herself by delaying what she is planning, brushing her teeth and having a wash first, her mind constantly on the thought that her knickers are wet from her arousal, convincing herself it is because of her defiance of her tormentor.
She slowly removes her skirt and blouse, admiring her body in the bathroom mirror, her breasts full in the bra, the knickers tight across her pert bum. She goes to remove the underwear but then changes her mind, instead grabbing the vibrator and switching it on a slow setting, and then with a grin she begins to run it over her body, sending little shivers through herself as it glides first over her bra, then down and past her knickers, over her smooth thighs, and back up.
“Oh you naughty girl” she tells herself as she watches in the mirror as the vibrator travels over her soft skin, and the excitement in her pussy grows. Unable to resist much more, she runs it back down, over the front of her knickers, sending a shockwave through her the moment the tip touches her pussy through the thin material, the vibrations seeming to run right through her body.
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