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First, though, she slipped the tip of the vibrator inside her, between her juicy labia lips. “Oooooh,” she mewled, feeling it whirring inside her. Natasha giggled with delight and eased it further in, further up, her lips quivering as the feeling moved away from what she’d grown used to. She held her breath as the vibrations neared her quivering clitoris. Then she pressed the bullet down on it, making it pulsate right against her sensitive button.

“Ahhh!” Natasha gasped—it felt incredible! All of her cunt was quivering now, odd little quakes that moved to her clit and went deeper inside it, awakening nerves she couldn’t recall ever feeling before. The galaxy of sensations was an abyss and she was going deeper and deeper into it, her aching cunt just perfect to be touched.

Natasha spread her legs wide. She pressed the vibrator down into her thatch. It quivered its way down her slippery slit until it was at her opening. With barely a twitch of Natasha’s wrist, it nestled into her, shaking its lovely vibrations into her clenched flesh.

Natasha felt her folds convulsing widely, dancing to the tune the bullet sung. She pressed down harder, easing the vibrator inside her clutching channel. Then she groaned in bliss to feel it inside her.

She told herself the dildo was much better than the real thing. It wouldn’t come and go limp like Peter’s would. She could use it on her cunt for as long as she wanted and it would stay hard. But all that comparison did was make her think of Peter’s cock, and once she did that, Natasha couldn’t possibly persuade herself she wanted anything else. She wanted him to fuck her. She knew, somehow, with pure intuition, that she’d enjoy his cock far more than her own piddling efforts to satisfy herself.

Natasha so wanted to go to him, right this second, just like this, but she refused to be compelled by this desperate urge she felt inside herself. Instead, she kept trying to satiate her body with the vibrator. She gave more of it to her cunt. It slid into her so deep that its vibrations made her whole body shudder. Yes, it was such a good vibrator. One of the best she’d ever owned. Natasha pushed it in further and further until only its base still protruded from her slit.

“Hhhhgh!” Natasha groaned. She pressed her lips together, holding the vibrator in place, and her hands moved to her breasts. She massaged them, gasping and sighing as the bullet kept quaking in her cunt. She knew this would make her come.

Her lips softly parted—she licked them, liking the feel of her tongue on her own mouth, wishing that she could give herself the feeling of sucking her own breasts. But even her tits weren’t that big. She contented herself with pulling and pinching at her nipples. Yet there was no contentment. Not when her body was burning this hot. She needed more.

Natasha licked her fingers, then touched her nipples with damp fingertips. That felt hotter, wickeder, a little more like someone else was touching her and playing with her. Someone like Peter. She squeezed and twisted her nipples recklessly, unafraid of hurting herself, wanting only the extremes of sensation that normally someone else would give to her.

Every time she pained her own nipples, ripples of excitement washed through her abundant cleavage, down into her sex. It felt incredible—Natasha could barely stand it. She knew she was at the precipice, almost over the edge. Her excitement was so electric inside her that her breath could barely keep pace with it.

The whirring bullet touched the depths of Natasha’s cunt—she felt its vibrations in her cervix. Her inner walls squeezed around the hardened shaft. She pulled on her nipples harder and harder, drawing them far away from her pendulous breasts as her sex creamed wondrously.

As the sensations in her cunt got more and more heated, she twisted her nipples, desperate to eke every last bit of feeling out of them. The hard little buttons seemed to blaze bright red, swollen and throbbing from how aroused Natasha was, how she’d punished them. They burned hotter and hotter, like metal in a forge, until the painfulness of the sensation brought tears to Natasha’s eyes. But she kept up the pleasurable torment. The thought of going unsatisfied was even more unbearable than this.

Natasha’s breasts were swollen now, heaving. Her eyes closed in passion. The throbs of pleasure she felt in her cunt were so close to satiating her. So close. Each second, they got better, and now they were almost good enough.