Garrison tugged at the plug. “I'll have to think about these tendencies of yours, such as listening to others as they f**k. Tell me, do you think Jackson had a plug in Hyacinth's ass?”
I took little panting breaths as he started to work the object from my body, and all thoughts of my sister and her new husband fled. I sighed when the plug slipped free. He tossed it on the quilt. I felt empty, open and very exposed.
He ran his thumb over my slick folds and then back to my bottom, which was trying to wink closed. He gave it no opportunity, for with the ointment he'd used to originally insert the plug, I was very slippery. He pressed his thumb easily into me, his fingers and palm resting on the globes of my ass.
“Garrison!” I cried.
“Shh,” he crooned as he rocked his thumb in and out of m
