Full Time Sex Toy

She can take it for hours. Most girls tap out long before now, but this one just keeps breathing through it—eyes glassy, lips parted, letting me do whatever I want. I keep her tied, legs spread, a fat dildo stuffed in deep. Every time it hums she shudders, but she never asks me to stop. She just nods, small and quick, like she’s thanking me for not giving her a break. I’ve already finished twice, and the night’s nowhere near over. She’s soaked, trembling, and still open. Still waiting. Still mine. A living toy that doesn’t need rest, doesn’t need a name, just needs to stay like this until I decide we’re done.