My new sex toy gave my pussy a lot of pleasure – LuxuryOrgasm

The new sex toy she had ordered online finally arrived, and she couldn’t contain her excitement. Katrina had been craving some solo fun for days, and this innovative little device promised to deliver the most intense and mind-blowing orgasms she had ever experienced.

Eagerly, she tore open the packaging, revealing the sleek, shiny, and rather intimidating looking vibrator. It was called the Lil’ Vixen, and its reviews boasted multiple settings and an ergonomic design for maximum stimulation. Katrina couldn’t wait to put those claims to the test.

She slipped out of her tight jeans and a big comfy sweater, revealing lacy black lingerie that barely contained her ample curves. The heat was already building between her legs as she imagined the sensation of the vibrator buzzing against her aching clit.

Climbing onto the bed, Katrina laid back against a pile of fluffy pillows and spread her legs wide. She teased the tip of the Lil’ Vixen along her inner thighs, relishing the anticipation. The cool air felt delicious against her wet folds.

Slowly, she dragged the vibrator up and down her slit, savoring each shiver of pleasure that ran through her body. Her hips rolled and bucked with the movement, desperate for more pressure.

When she finally touched the Lil’ Vixen directly to her clit, Katrina nearly gasped. Pleasure sparked through her core, radiating out like pulses of electricity. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, not wanting to disturb the neighbors.

Buzzing began to build in intensity, and the combined vibration and pressure was driving her crazy. She rolled and pressed the sex toy between her lips, reveling in each new sensation. Waves of ecstasy crashed over her as the Lil’ Vixen worked its magic.

“God, yes,” Katrina panted, reaching her free hand up under her sweater to play with her own breasts. She fondled the soft mounds, tweaking her nipples and tugging lightly. The added stimulation catapulted her pleasure to new heights.

Her knees fell open further, almost bending in half as the pressure built to a fever pitch. With each firm press on her clit, Katrina felt herself teetering on the edge of release. She arched her back and slid the Lil’ Vixen inside her dripping cunt, driving deep and grinding against that spot that made her see stars.

“Fuck!” she cried out, giving in completely to the haze of sensation. “I’m going to cum!”

She pumped the vibrator in and out of her pussy, the paddling wet sounds echoing obscenely in the quiet bedroom. Katrina felt like she might explode, like her body was going to come apart at the seams from the sheer force of her pending orgasm.

And then it hit her like a runaway train – hard, fast and all-consuming. Her channel clenched and rippled around the Lil’ Vixen as ecstasy overtook her senses. Katrina shook and trembled, calling out in wordless cries of pure pleasure.

Her climax went on and on, even as she tried to remove the vibrator from her oversensitive sex. But it wouldn’t turn off. The Lil’ Vixen just kept on buzzing, extending her high for what felt like an eternity.

At last, she managed to press the button that silenced its incessant humming. Katrina collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving and thighs quivering. That was—

A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. She scrambled to sit up, pulse pounding wildly. A voice called from the other side, ” Package delivery for Katrina A., are you still there?”

“Shit,” Katrina thought. She was still on the bed in her underwear, with a very obvious case of bedhead and flush rising to her cheeks. “Just a second!” she called back, shoving the vibrator under a pillow.

She threw on a bathrobe and sprinted for the door, opening it a crack. The deliveryman thrust a pen into her hands for a signature, his eyes widening as he took in her rumpled appearance.

“Everything okay in there, babe?” he asked, glancing around her doorframe. “I could hear you hollering all the way in the hall, sounded like fun.”

She felt herself flush crimson, mortified. But through the embarrassment, Katrina felt a surge of boldness.

“Actually…” she purred, peeking up at him through dark lashes, “I wouldn’t mind repeating that performance. Maybe you’d like to stay and help?”

The man paused a moment, no doubt surprised by the forward proposition. But then a slow, wolfish grin spread across his face. “I thought you’d never ask.”

He stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him. Katrina couldn’t help but smile saucily, eager to experience what other sorts of orgasms she could achieve with a little assistance