Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Ah, a particularly attractive fiddle leaf pops up, and I click on the “Read More” button, waiting for my ancient computer to load. But instead, a popup appears on the screen, and suddenly, throaty moans begin to fill my small office. What the hell is going on?
My heart pounds in my chest as I stare. There’s a woman on screen who’s totally nude with her head thrown back as she cries out in ecstasy. But even crazier, her legs are spread and she’s currently forcing something huge into her tight cunt.
“Unnnnh,” she pants. “Ohhh!”
Of course, my fingers immediately fly into a frenzy, trying to close out this video. Where the hell did this pop-up come from? I was looking at houseplants, for crying out loud! But even as I furiously click the “x” in the corner, nothing works. The woman keeps moaning as the item in her hands disappears inch by inch into her pulsing twat. OMG, why is this happening? Did I get a virus on my computer?
“Help!” I literally screech, although of course, there’s no one around to hear me. But that’s the point. There’s no one to hear, and when I finally get that through my panicked head, my heart-rate decelerates.
Right. There’s no one here, so I’m free to watch as much or as little of this video that I want. The moaning continues and this time, instead of trying to exit out, I lean forward, squinting at the screen.
“Is that… a cactus?” I mutter, squinting to get a better look. “Holy shit. No way.”
But it kind of looks like it is, and surreptitiously, I click on the small image so that it expands to full-size. Then I gasp because sure enough, my eyes weren’t deceiving me. The woman isn’t pushing a dildo or any other kind of plastic toy into her snatch. Instead, she’s got a massive cactus in both hands, even as she inches it up further into her swollen pink twat. Even crazier, I can see a pile of needles by her side, and what looks like a paring knife. She must have plucked out the needles from the cactus first, and then trimmed it into a smooth cone-shape in order to make this dirty video.
I watch with my mouth open as the woman lies back for a rest, the massive cacti still stuck only halfway in her pulsing folds. She takes the opportunity to look right at the camera, and to pull her vaginal lips apart even further to show off a huge, gleaming clit.
“Do you like what you see?” she giggles, massaging the hard nub. “Oooh, that feels good!”
OMG, am I watching some kind of live stream? Who is this woman? But then she goes back to working on the insertion, grabbing that massive shaft with both hands as she tries to push it in deeper. By now, the brunette’s head is lolled back and her mouth is open with excitement as the huge green member disappears further and further inside. She’s succeeding, and obviously, loving it too.
I sit back in my seat, astonished and titillated as the video continues. Is this what cam girls are doing these days? I wouldn’t know because I’m not exactly their target audience. But I’ve heard about the depravity out there, and instead of being disgusted, I’m intrigued. Holy shit.
I lean forward again to watch, my eyes practically popping out of my head with curiosity. To my surprise, the woman’s worked the entire cacti in, and now, she’s pushing it in and out of herself in a slow, sensual rhythm. The camera zooms in on her lower belly, and I realize that I can literally see the edges of the plant moving beneath her abdomen. Holy cow, is this a thing? Evidently so, because the woman begins speaking then.
“Yes, you know you want it,” she murmurs in a throaty voice while making eye contact with the camera. “You like seeing my belly bulge, don’t you, Daddy? It only works when I’m with you because you’re so big.”
I shake my head, heart racing from astonishment. Holy cow. I have no words because this is so different from anything I’ve ever seen or experienced in my life. Yet, I’m not offended. Instead, I’m titillated and with another glance at the closed door, slowly, my hand travels down to play between my legs. This is wrong! I shouldn’t be watching this video, let alone be touching myself within the sacred confines of the church. But I can’t help myself because something about this woman and what she’s doing has me really turned on, and I want to explore. I want to see how depraved she can get, and maybe even pick up some tips and tricks along the way too.
Of course, that kind of thinking is ridiculous because I’m actually a virgin. Like most of the young female parishioners at Sanctuary, I’ve taken a promise vow, which means that I’m going to remain a virgin until I meet my husband. Only with him, will I experience the pleasures of the matrimonial bed; before him, I will be Jesus’s bride.