Lor sat cross-legged on the floor, watching them both with calm intensity.
"Then let’s begin."
Eva’s fingers trembled slightly as she opened her bag.
She reached inside and began taking out the toys one by one, placing them carefully on the floor between them in the warm lamplight.
The first was a smooth phallic rod made of polished hardwood.
It was thick and straight, the surface gleaming as if it had been lovingly oiled many tis.
The rounded head and detailed shaft caught the light perfectly.
Viora’s eyes widened. She stared at the thick wooden cock, her mouth slightly open.
That thing is huge, she thought.
Does Eva really put this inside her pussy? All the way in?
The image flashed in her mind — Eva on her back, legs spread, slowly working that thick rod into her wet folds.
Viora’s own pussy clenched involuntarily.
She pressed her thick thighs together harder, feeling a fresh wave of wetness soak into her panties.
This was hardcore. She had never imagined anything like this.
Eva’s cheeks burned bright red.
She tried to keep a straight face, but her breathing had grown shallower.
She was getting wet. Very wet. The embarrassnt only made the heat between her legs worse.
Next ca a curved handle with carved ridges along its length, clearly designed for grinding against a clit or pressing deep while the handle provided leverage.
Viora swallowed hard.
That one looks like it’s ant to rub right on her clit, she thought, imagining Eva straddling it, rocking her hips, those ridges dragging over her sensitive nub until she cried out.
Then the image shifted — what if it was inside her instead? Pressing against her own walls while she ground down on it.
Her face grew hotter.
She was getting soaked now, the anxiety in her heart mixing with a shaful curiosity.
Eva placed the toy down.
Her full breasts heaved slightly under the green blouse.
A visible damp spot was starting to form on her blue panties beneath the short skirt.
Then Eva pulled out a string of maple anal beads. Smooth, gleaming orbs of polished wood connected by a strong cord, increasing slightly in size from smallest to largest.
Viora’s breath hitched audibly.
Those go in her ass? The thought made her stomach flip.
She pictured the beads disappearing one by one into Eva’s tight little asshole, stretching her, then being slowly pulled out while Eva moaned.
Her own asshole twitched at the idea.
Would that even fit inside ?
The thought both terrified and aroused her.
She shifted again on the floor, her dark shorts feeling uncomfortably damp against her aching pussy.
Eva’s face was flushed dark red. She kept her eyes down, trying to maintain composure, but her nipples were visibly stiff against her blouse and the wetness between her legs was undeniable.
Next were the clamps.
Small, delicate wooden clamps with padded jaws, clearly ant for nipples or sensitive folds.
Viora’s imagination ran even wilder.
Those would pinch her nipples so hard. She pictured them clamped tightly on Eva’s pink nipples, then maybe even on her pussy lips.
The image made her own breasts feel heavy and sensitive.
What would that feel like on ? She bit her lip, heart racing. This was so much more intense than she had expected.
Finally, Eva placed down a slender curved dildo. Smooth, polished wood with a gentle upward curve, perfect for hitting deep spots inside.
She was breathing faster now, her face burning, thighs slick with arousal despite the nervous flutter in her chest.
The toys lay spread out on the floor between them, gleaming in the lamplight, carrying the faint mixed scent of wood, oil, and Eva’s arousal.
Eva sat back, face burning, thighs pressed together tightly. Viora remained on the floor beside her, flushed and breathing unevenly, her mind still spinning with the explicit images.
Lor watched the entire display with hungry eyes. His cock was rock hard and throbbing painfully in his pants. This was exactly what he had wanted.
The sight of Eva embarrassed and dripping while slowly revealing her secret collection, and Viora — the usually bold girl — clearly overwheld yet getting wet from imagining everything, made him incredibly horny.
He was more than ready.
"Now," he said, his voice low and calm. "Take off your clothes. Both of you. Down to your underwear."
He stood up slowly and began removing his own shirt, revealing his lean torso. He pushed his pants down next, leaving himself in just his underwear. His cock was already rock hard and straining visibly against the fabric.
Eva’s breath hitched. She stood up first.
Her dark blue hair with pink streaks shifted as she started unbuttoning her deep green blouse. One button after another ca undone.
The fabric parted, revealing the blue lace bra that barely contained her full, heavy breasts.
She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it fall. Her short black skirt ca next.
She slid it down her thick, plush thighs, stepping out of it to reveal matching blue lace panties that were already visibly damp at the crotch, the fabric clinging obscenely to her swollen pussy lips.
She stood there in just her underwear, cheeks burning, her curvy body on full display — large, soft breasts straining the lace, narrow waist flaring into wide hips and plump thighs.
"This is what you wanted, right?" she said, voice a little breathless but still carrying that practical edge.
Viora hesitated, biting her lip hard.
"This... this is really happening?" she muttered, voice uncertain and a little shaky.
Eva glanced at her gently. "It’s okay. We’re already here."
Viora exhaled shakily and stood up. She pulled her white tunic over her head, revealing a simple black sports bra that hugged her firm, rounded breasts.
Her green hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
Then she pushed down her dark shorts, exposing black panties that already showed a small, growing wet spot at the front.
She stood there awkwardly in her underwear, arms half-covering her chest.
Her athletic yet curvy fra — toned arms, powerful thick thighs, and full ass — was now exposed.
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