Remote Control Freaks - Gypsy Rose & Donny Sins

Gypsy Rose had Betty on speaker while she lounged on the couch. Mid-story she hit the button on her little remote and let the vibrator buried inside her start buzzing steady. Her breath went sharper; her thighs shifted. Betty caught the hum right away. "Girl, what is that noise?" "Sex toy," Gypsy said, straight-faced. "Tucked this bad boy inside while we ate tacos last night. Best secret ever—waitstaff had no clue and my friends just kept talking." She hung up grinning, already edging toward the next hit of vibrations, when the door opened and Donny strolled in holding the rogue remote. "Uh, what’s this thing do?" "Push the buttons and find out," she taunted. He hit one. Her hips bucked. Two more clicks and the buzzing shot faster—she moaned loud enough to rattle the lamp. Donny clocked how every whine lined up with the pulses from the remote, and the light snapped on: this same remote had been in her fist under the dinner table last night. Fucking pervert level genius, that. She peeled her jeans down before he finished grinning. "Time to take the real thing. Fuck me right now."