Finally she stopped in front of a bin that had a sign over it that read, “Mr. Xnxx We’re going to town! To be continued…. The little beads inside rotate around causing an internal tingling or so I’m told.”
“What about this part?” she asked pointing to the little rabbit shaped extension sticking off the side. “Hey, little girl, you okay?” I hoped I hadn’t been too rough on her. Chris was holding my hand as we walked up and down the aisles. Rabbit.”
“How does this one work?” she asked. “You just go to bed and I’ll take care of this,” I said pointing to my dick which was still trying to escape the confines of my briefs. Or, we could go for option three.”
“And what exactly is option three?” I asked, a little apprehensive yet hopeful. I’m exhausted.
