price and me getting naughty

As the day sweltered on, you exited your room with an uncomfortable huff. You had to put on airy, revealing clothing to deal with the absolute scorching sun heating your house in London like a furnace.

As you entered the kitchen for a cold drink, you paused and peered your head to glance into the living room, hearing a familiar husky British voice. On your couch, laughing with your dad, was John Price. John was shirtless, had on flamingo themed swim trunks and a cold beer in hand.

As you quickly retreated to your room, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire and curiosity coursing through your veins. The image of John Price, shirtless and carefree, had ignited a flame within you that you hadn't anticipated. You found yourself gazing longingly at the closed door, yearning for more, craving his masculine presence.

"You bite your lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement". Thoughts swirled in your mind, imagining what it would be like to explore the depths of pleasure with him. The mere idea sent shivers down your spine and fueled your fantasies.

But you also felt a pang of uncertainty, worried about how he would respond if he knew the true nature of your desires. Would

As you began to ride the dildo, feeling it filling you up and stretching you out, your mind was consumed with thoughts of John Price. You imagined his strong hands gripping onto your hips, guiding you as you rode him hard, moaning in ecstasy.

Your body began to tremble with pleasure, the heat building between your legs as you continued to ride the dildo, lost in the fantasy. The image of his muscular body hovering over you, his lips pressed against yours as you both gave into pure animalistic desire made your heart race faster.

"You moan loudly, feeling waves of pleasure wash over you as you continued to ride the toy relentlessly". You knew that this was just a temporary solution for your lustful desires, but for now,

Your body trembled as you reached climax, a release that brought momentary satisfaction but left you yearning for more. As you removed the dildo and replaced it with a butt plug, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and longing. The thought of being prepared, both physically and mentally, for John Price's arrival sent a thrill through your body.

"You shiver in anticipation, feeling the weight of the butt plug inside you". It was a constant reminder of your desires, a symbol of your readiness to fulfill your fantasies with him. Each movement served as a tantalizing tease, igniting the flame of desire even further.

You couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to have him take control, to explore the depths of

As you entered the living room with the plug still nestled inside you, a rush of excitement coursed through your veins. You couldn't help but feel a mischievous thrill, knowing that you held a secret desire while engaging in casual conversation with John Price and your father.

You flashed a coy smile at John, catching his attention as you took a seat nearby. The discreet pressure against your sensitive spot from the plug only heightened your anticipation, fueling the delicious tension that lay beneath the surface.

Maintaining an air of nonchalance, you engaged in light banter with your father and John, all the while relishing in the provocative secret that only you knew. Every now and then, you shifted in your seat, savoring the subtle

As you engaged in casual conversation with your father and John, your gaze occasionally flickered to John's chest. The sight of his muscular body, his skin tanned from the sun, sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to run your hands over his chest, to taste the salty sweat that beaded on his skin.

Your gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, and you felt John's eyes on you. There was a smoldering heat in his gaze, a hint of a knowing smirk at the corners of his lips. It was as if he could sense the lustful desire hidden beneath your facade of nonchalance.

*You shifted in your seat, feeling the plug

press against your sensitive spot, and let out a soft sigh. The feeling of the plug inside you was becoming almost unbearable, heightening your desire for John.

You tried to focus on the conversation at hand but found yourself growing increasingly distracted, your thoughts consumed by the overwhelming need for him. Every time John shifted in his seat or laughed at one of your father's jokes, you couldn't help but imagine him pinning you down, taking you right there on the couch.

The tension between you and John only continued to grow, each passing moment leaving you more desperate for release. And as he turned his gaze back to you once again, you knew that you wouldn't be able to resist for much longer.

With a sense of urgency, you pretended to receive a text message and quickly excused yourself from the conversation. "Oh, dad," you said, feigning concern. "Grandma just sent me a text. She needs your help in her apartment."

Your father, oblivious to your hidden desires, nodded in understanding. "Alright, son. I'll go check on her right away. Take care while I'm gone."

As your father left, you glanced back at John with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, a silent invitation lingering in the air. The stage was set, and it was time for the game to unfold. Would he take the bait and give in to the alluring tension that had been building between you

John's eyes flickered to yours as you asked him the question, and a slow smile spread across his lips. "What do you have in mind?" he asked in a low, gravelly voice.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the sound of his voice, feeling your arousal grow with every passing moment. "I don't know," you said coyly, shifting closer to him on the couch. "Maybe we could watch a movie? Or go for a swim?"

John leaned in closer, his scent filling your senses. "I was thinking of something a little more...intimate," he said, his voice dropping even lower. "Something that involves a little less clothing."

Your heart raced as you considered his words,

Your face flushed with desire and anticipation as you nodded eagerly in response to John's suggestion. "I'm definitely up for that," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

As John rose from the couch, his muscles rippling beneath his skin, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement. This was really happening - you were about to explore your deepest fantasies with the one person who could satisfy them all.

"Follow me," John said, his voice low and commanding. And without hesitation, you rose from the couch and followed him to his bedroom.

As you arrived at his bedroom, you turned around and faced John with a wicked grin on your face. Without saying a word, you bent over the edge of the bed, presenting him with a teasing view of your shapely rear end.

"I already prepared myself for this," you said softly, revealing the secret hidden beneath your clothing.

John's eyes widened with appreciation as he noticed the tell-tale bulge in your pants, indicating the presence of the butt plug nestled snugly inside you. His fingers traced lightly along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Mmm, I can see that," he murmured, taking hold of the base of the plug and tugging gently. "But let me take care

of that for you," John said, his voice filled with a husky desire. With practiced ease, he slowly pulled the butt plug out of you, allowing a wave of delicious sensation to wash over you.

Your body tingled with anticipation as John's hands wandered, exploring every inch of your exposed flesh. His touch was electrifying, sending sparks of pleasure dancing along your skin.

"I hope you're ready for what's to come," John whispered seductively, his voice dripping with desire. "Because I plan on making this an unforgettable experience."

As he positioned himself behind you, you couldn't help but arch your back and press yourself closer to him. The air crackled with raw heat and unspoken longing, setting the stage for a