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Good girl.

Dumping the rest of the contents down the sink, I then dragged the bottle’s neck between her folds. She tilted her hips forward in invitation, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Such a greedy whore.”

I pressed the bottle inside her, and she arched her back with her hands braced against the edge of the counter.

My hand flexed around the glass as I eased it in another inch, then another, all the while watching her squirm.

“Still so damn tight,” I said, mostly to myself. “And wet. You like being used, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. We both knew it was true.

I twisted the bottle slowly, grinding it against her slick walls, then withdrew it halfway out before pressing it back in again. Her breath hitched and a shiver ran through her.

I smirked as I pumped it harder.

“You like being fucked by a bottle, don’t you?”

She gasped, “No,” but then let out a low moan.

She didn’twantto like being fucked by the makeshift glass dildo, but her juices on the green glass said otherwise.

If I made her come, there’d be no way she could deny it.

With a devilish grin, I rubbed her clit with one hand as I worked the water bottle in and out of her. She let out a tiny moan while her pussy greedily gripped it.

“That’s it, whore. Take that bottle in your cunt.”

I doubled down on my ministrations on her clit and chuckled with evil glee when her body went so tight, I could have let go of the bottle and she would have held it in place.

“You’re going to come, aren’t you slut? You’re going to come while you’re getting fucked with a bottle because you’re a filthy girl.”

She protested, but her body didn’t agree.

“No!”

“Yeah, you are. You’re going to come like a dirty whore.” I rubbed her clit faster and demanded, “Say it. Say, ‘I’m a dirty whore’.”

Suddenly, her tight body convulsed as the orgasm racked through her, and she screamed out, “I’mmm a dirrrrrty whorrrre.”

Yeah, you are.

Satisfaction rolled off me in waves as I continued pumping in and out of her until she locked her knees together.

I pulled the bottle from her pussy and put it to her lips. “Drink up,” even though I knew it was empty.

Still, she lifted her head and opened her mouth in case there was something left.

“That’s a good toy.”

And she was. My perfect, ruined toy.

Chapter Thirteen

Vivian

I shouldn't have liked it.

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