You fetch the dildo out of the pile of clothes, uncovering a black thong in the process, and hold it up. Ellen made the tiniest of gasps. Amy glared at you.
“And just what are you thinking?” she asks while you only grin. “Are you thinking that I was shoving that long, hard cock up into my hot, wet pussy?” she asked slowly and seductively while walking slowly up to you, “moaning and calling out in passion as I came again and again and again?” She stood right up in front of you. “Well?” her hand lightly brushed the bulge in your pants and she leaned in toward you, “You would be right,” she whispered in your ear.
With that she grinned evilly and twirled on her heel. She sauntered toward the door leaving you in stunned and horny silence.
“Oh, and by the way,” she called from the open door, “that dildo? Isn’t mine.” She vanished through the door.
You looked over at Ellen who had sat down on one of the twin beds.
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