Jiz Brings Me Some Gifts

Jiz handed me a bag of toys fresh from Good Vibrations—silk bags, heavy silicone. I tore the first one open without thinking twice, peeled off my jeans right there, and sank onto the bed. Jiz watched, then joined me, slicking the curved glass with spit. The cold weight pressed inside, tight and perfect. They worked it in slow strokes while my fingers found my clit, circling until I jerked. Every thrust hit deeper. I kept my eyes open, locked on theirs. Their hand slipped between their own legs, quick and practiced, the other never leaving the toy inside me. Sweat rolled down my ribs. The sounds we made filled the room—wet, rhythmic, unmistakably ours. I came hard, hips snapping, and Jiz followed seconds later, mouth open, still holding me open around the glass.