Bab 173: Don't Move

Billie Bob Taylor 

"May I go get something?" I breathed out hungrily as my hands palmed the strong globes of Benedito's ass which made him moan lowly. 

He rested his head on top of his folded arms with his legs slightly spread apart so I could get a better view of the thong and a fraction of his ball sac from under him. 

"What do you want to get?" he looked back at me with an already slightly swollen bottom lip that I guessed was caused by him biting into it to supress his moans. 

"It's a surprise," I winked as I stood up. 

"Hmm, don't take too long."

"I won't," I spun on my heels and ran back into the house, up the stairs and into our bedroom. With a quick sprint to the sex toys drawer, I shoved the bottle of lube in my hoodies front pocket, a condom and as a cherry on top grabbed a vibrating dildo just an inch smaller than me; which was not small at all, so I could have him craving me more.