<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos moved his hand, his fingers curled, stretching her. She was tight, too tight to be a prostitute, far too tight.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You had no sex for a long time, Lea. I am surprised, it looks like you aren't as slutty as I thought. Or do you have other skills that make the men not last long enough to actually fuck you? Well, in your favour I will believe that you are some goddess with other parts of your body. But still...where would a little slut like you keep her toys? Not far away I guess..."</span><br/><br/>His hand moved under the pillow and came up empty. No toys, the side table was next. He whistled through his teeth, when he found what he was looking for.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, that's a good sortiment. I miss the rough things, but at least we have dildos for every occasion."</span><br/><br/>His hand was still fucking her roughly, when he pulled a butterfly dildo out. He shook his head and put it aside. Next came a small golden one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hmmm, let me guess. For the anal pleasures. So you like anal, but you don't like it big. This anal plug is one of the tiny sort too. Then this normal seized dildo must be my replacement, yes? But what must I see? Everything here is so sterile, but is that a thin layer of dust on it? The poor one had not been in use recently."</span><br/><br/>He weighted it in his hand and his satisfied nod seemed to  indicate, that it may be useful.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That's good enough for starters, but I guess we have to clean it first. Be a sweet girl, Lea and lick it..."</span><br/><br/>He poked it against her lips, asking for entry.</div>