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over the onslaught of Gen's invading tongue, lifting her legs up to wrap around Gen's waist. Gen moved her head back and motioned for Deborah to move up. When Deborah almost hit the iron headboard, Gen straddled her hips and ground against her. Gen's hand cupped her pussy and a finger disappeared between her folds. Deborah had the sudden urge to taste her seductive wife's cunt.
    “Ride my face. I want to eat you as you find your release,” Deborah said, and as she lifted her hands to Gen's chest to play with her breasts, Gen brushed her aside and grabbed Deborah's wrists in a tight grip.
    “Not yet, dear. First I want to make you come for making me the happiest woman alive,” Gen said, and with one last kiss across Deborah's swollen lips, she leaned over and opened the drawer to the bedside table.
    Deborah's throat seemed to close and a twinge of unease shot down her back. That drawer was filled with Gen's toys, where she kept a vast array of sex paraphernalia she enjoyed using the majority of the time they made love. Deborah couldn't even remember the last time they didn't use a form of bondage or dildo while having sex.
    Out came two black leather restrains and a seven-inch cobalt, slightly curved, nubbed glass dildo, along with a tube of warming intensifying gel. Deborah swallowed, her eyes widening as Gen swung the wrist restrains in a circle and dropped the dildo on the bed.
    “Place your wrists high against the headboard,” Gen ordered softly, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.
    “What if we just kiss and touched one another for now? I-I don't think I can—”
    “Hush.” Gen placed her finger against Deborah's lips, her smile still in place, although her eyes became a bit colder.
    Deborah shuddered, and Gen slowly played with her hair, brushing it back from her face and caressing her cheeks and throat to calm her. When Gen held up the restraints again, Deborah complied.
    Please be gentle tonight . Deborah bit her lip as Gen took her wrists and attached them to the headboard until her arms rested above her head. Gen gave her another kiss, then drifted down until she hovered over her chest and laved her nipple. Deborah arched her back, her pussy a swollen mass of nerves all because of how unbelievably sensitive her nipples were. All it took was a swipe of Gen's tongue or fingers on her tits to make her come.
    “Gen, please…I can't take it.” Deborah cried out, pushing her hips up, wanting Gen's fingers or mouth on her pussy to make her find her release. She could barely take the torture.
    Gen released her nipple with a soft pop and chuckled against her breast. “You've been such a good girl and now deserve your reward.” She climbed off Deborah and sauntered over to the edge of the bed to open the white box. When she held up the wide, bulging snakelike instrument, Deborah closed her legs together.
    “What's that?” she asked, having never seen such a thing before.
    Gen slapped the silicone object against her palm and sat down beside her with a mischievous grin. “This, my loving wife, is called the Cheeky Dinger. It's an electronic anal stimulator to increase your pleasure and give you a mind-blowing orgasm. First we'll use our favorite dildo together, then this ten-inch bad boy on you.”
    Ten inches? Dear God, I won't survive with that in my ass.
    Deborah inhaled and opened her mouth to argue when Gen suddenly climbed back on the bed, her face over her navel. She snickered, and before Deborah could say another word, Gen pulled part her legs apart and stuck her mouth over her mound.
    Deborah yelped from Gen's talented mouth as her tongue went in deep, lapping over her swollen folds and tissues. She moaned and humped Gen's face, dying slowly as Gen pushed her legs out wider and attacked her pussy with great intensity. Bright purple spots appeared in front of her eyes, and when Gen's finger went between her ass cheeks, Deborah shrieked and rocked.
    She was overcome with pleasure and couldn't