She shoves you through the door and into the kitchen, wrenching the dildo out of your asshole and throwing it casually over her shoulder as she does so. You stagger forward and lean against the kitchen table, gasping, legs still trembling from your most recent orgasm.
Alexis marches over to the fridge, opens it, and rummages through the contents, whistling cheerfully.
"Aha!" she declares brightly, and emerges from the fridge holding a cucumber that looks as big as her forearm and a tub of butter. She grins at you and raises one eyebrow.
"No way," you say.
"Yes way," she says cheerfully, padding towards you, "It's time bunny graduated from carrots! It's going to be harder and harder to get you to cum from now on - and take longer too."
She sets the butter down on the table, grabs a handful of it and smears it along the length of the cucumber.
"That's way too big," you protest, weakly.
She's briefly preoccupied greasing up the cucumber - you could try making a break for it now if you want.
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