All the tentacles wanted to shag me. I’m coming.” Gemma tensed and twisted, hanging from the leather straps. Then, before they managed to fit in a visit to the Novelty Shop, disaster struck. She leaned against the work surface waiting for her breathing to return to normal. She used two fingers of her right hand to spread her labia, whilst she used her left hand to guide the big mushroom head into her moist slit. Sandy and Kylie needed at least one more “Grow Your Own Toy Boy” seed and further supplies of “Irresistible” perfume. Sandy telephoned Kylie to break the sad news. Underneath, in smaller lettering, was the word “Sampler.” She tore open the package and found a small glass vial with a printed sheet. Their eyes searched in vain for exotic plant life. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, when she looked at her favourite houseplant, it’s firm, thick stalk slick with its own and her own secretions she knew she needed to ride it one more time to satisfy the longing in her loins.
