Evening fun

      ‘Beautiful,’ Renee thinks as she is looking at Jean.       Her boy lies bent in half, so that his pussy is above his face, his ankles tied over the head, spread open. The position isn’t the most comfortable one, and Renee can see some of the muscles already twitching. It’ll be getting more excruciating as time goes on — Renee can’t wait.       Jean’s cock is peeking from between his folds, already hard and waiting for the action. ‘The pump does wonders,’ Renee thinks, circling the engorged clit, angry red from its treatment from earlier. Jean whimpers at the touch, a bead of sweat traveling down his stomach. His voice is muffled by a ball gag spreading his lips, making the saliva drip down his cheeks and chin.       He’ll look even more debauched at the end of their session, and Renee feels her cock twitch. Time to make things more interesting.       She puts an egg vibrator into Jean’s pussy. The toy doesn’t look like much — it’s quite small (smaller than the usual things her boy takes), but it’s powerful. When Renee turns it on, Jean jerks as if he’s just got electrocuted.       “Shh, just enjoy it.” She pets her boy’s head.       The next half an hour is spent just like that, with Renee whispering praises, and Jean being forced to cum by the toy, his slick trailing down his stomach and chest.       After a while, her boy squirms on the bed, the vibrator still going off inside him. Poor boy — it’s probably too much for him by now.       Tough luck, because Renee doesn’t plan to stop any time soon — she has something exciting planned out. Well, Jean probably won’t appreciate it as much, but that’s irrelevant.       The inspiration behind her plan is one video, found completely by chance while she was looking for something else. It made her so wet that she decided to recreate the scene, and Jean got the role of her unfortunate victim.       Renee takes an electric toothbrush in her hand, making sure that her boy sees it. His visible confusion is really sweet, and she can’t help herself not to kiss him on the forehead.       With a click, the brush turns on, the whirring sound filling the room. When Renee brings it towards Jean’s exposed pussy, understanding dawns on him, and he starts trashing in his bonds. She lets him — she knows her boy won’t get away. The first touch of the bristles on the clit makes Jean scream, but the sound’s partially blocked by the gag. Renee smiles and caresses her boy’s thigh.       “Do you like your new toy, sweetheart?”       Jean shakes his head, but Renne isn’t sure if it’s the answer to her question or the reaction to the sensations. It doesn’t matter though, does it?       She circles Jean’s clit with the brush and watches with fascination as it brings Jean closer to hysterics. His body’s covered in sweat, and at some point he’s started crying. The sight makes her cock twitch.       Renee gives her boy a break for a bit and brushes away the tears with her finger. She cups Jean’s cheeks, just looking at him. He says something, but it comes out completely incomprehensible.       “What was it?” she asks.       Jean says something that sounds like ‘Please.’       “You want more?” The question brings terror to his eyes. Delicious. Renee turns the toothbrush back on again and puts it against her boy’s tortured clit.       Now Jean’s full-out sobbing, and Renee wonders if they’ll have to get rid of the gag soon. It’d be disappointing if her boy lost consciousness before the end of their play, wouldn’t it?