It’s funny: fucktoys fall into a natural rhythm.
Back… and forth.
Back… and forth.
Back… and forth.
As you wait to play with this toy, you can notice how perfectly these words lock into her movement.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Stare… and sink.
Play… and obey.
Perhaps instead of playing with this toy, you should join her. Kneeling. Swaying. Playing. Obeying.
Stare and sink.