The strap-on arrived!
She's all about vanilla, so I took the initiative one day and bought it. Nothing fancy, just a $20 cheapie on Ebay.
The previous one was more of a hollow gelatine dong that fastened behind the testicles. It was too wide for her, and she rejected it. This new one is a real strap-on, and quite narrow, but perfectly angled for her G-Spot. It's also hollow, so I can lube myself up and slide inside it. The testicles hang through a space in the harness.
I introduced it during a passionate session several weeks ago, and can't believe how much she liked it.
We started with some oral, continued with several vibrators, and carried on to the strap-on.
I'd been thrusting for a minute or two when she stopped suddenly.
"You'd better not come in that thing!"
"I promise I won't."
Several more minutes of thrusting. Now she's arching her back, angling herself, groaning, writhing. Suddenly she stops again.
"Can you feel anything?"
"Not a thing."
We finished up with some magnificent house-shaking PIV.
She's mentioned it several times since, particularly how she's never come so hard and so long before, but she insists that the real thing is still better.
Now I know, however, that I have competition.
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