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How to use your Genie

... causing a ripple of sensation.

I lay there panting, trying to adjust to this new feeling of fullness. I could feel the weight of the ball, its cold hardness contrasting with my inner warmth.

Tentatively, I touched my lower abdomen, and to my surprise, I could see and feel the faint bulge of the ball beneath my skin. The realization made my heart race. The sheer size of it, the fact that it was inside me, felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

John's fingers gently traced the outline of the bulge, his touch sending shivers up my spine. "See, I told you you could take it," he murmured with a hint of pride.

I nodded, still processing the mixture of pain, pleasure, and accomplishment. "I... I did it," I whispered in disbelief, my fingers still tracing the prominent outline of the ball within me.

John leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Yes, you did," he whispered back, his voice filled with admiration and lust. "But remember, Emily, this is just the beginning."

John's fingers lightly danced on my abdomen, tracing the contours of the first billiard ball now nestled inside of me. The weight of it felt strange and heavy, causing a constant reminder of its presence with every little move I made.

"You did well with the first one," John commented, picking up a second ball. The cold, smooth surface glistened under the dim light of the room. He held it up for me to see, his gaze locked with mine, and a teasing smile playing on his lips. "Ready for ...

... number two?"

My heart raced, and I could feel my muscles involuntarily tense. I was still trying to acclimatize to the sensation of the first ball, and the thought of adding another seemed impossible. I swallowed hard, the fear evident in my eyes. "John... I don't think I can..."

He leaned closer, his face just inches from mine. "You said that about the first one too," he reminded me, his voice low and sultry. "But look how well that turned out."

My breaths grew shallow, my mind warring with the cocktail of emotions coursing through me – fear, arousal, anticipation. I whispered, "Please... not yet."

John's fingers caressed my cheek gently. "I'll be gentle," he promised, although there was an undeniable hint of mischief in his eyes.

As he positioned the second ball, I felt a fresh wave of panic wash over me. The entrance to my core was still tender and sensitive from the first insertion, and as he applied gentle pressure, I couldn't help but squirm. My hands shot out, trying to push him away, a feeble attempt at resistance.

"Shh, easy now," he murmured, capturing my wrists and holding them firmly above my head. "Relax. Breathe."

But the sensation of the second ball pressing insistently was overwhelming. Every instinct in my body screamed for me to pull away, to prevent another intrusion. My back arched off the table, my toes curling in response to the acute feeling of being stretched again.

I felt tears form, the intensity of the sensation too much to ...