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How to use your Genie

... gasps, moans, and shudders. The world seemed to blur for a moment, sensations blending into one another, before reality snapped back.

John pulled away, leaving me draped over Emily, both of us panting heavily. He took a moment to admire the scene before him, a satisfied smirk on his face. He had once again asserted his dominance, pushing both our boundaries in the process.

I could still feel John's cock embedded within me, pulsating slightly, a testament to the fervor of his arousal. It felt like a weight anchoring me to the present moment, even as my thoughts and emotions spiraled into overdrive.

Suddenly, without warning, John slipped the dildo deep into Emily's ass. I could feel it instantly, as though it was inside me too. The sensation was intense, a sharp contrast to the still-warm afterglow of our climaxes.

With Emily's eyes wide, and a suppressed whimper emanating from beneath her gag, her reaction mirrored mine. Our synced sensations, the blend of pain and pleasure, were so intertwined it was hard to tell where one of us ended and the other began.

With John in my pussy, holding himself deep inside, and the dildo filling Emily, the overwhelming sensations were almost too much to bear. It was like an orchestra of emotions playing out within our entwined bodies.

Holding the dildo steady within Emily, John leaned in close to us, his breath warm against our ears. "Neither of you are to cum anymore until I say so," he whispered, his voice oozing ...

... confidence and control.

The challenge had been set. Every fiber of our being was aching for release, yet we were bound by John's command. The challenge, the denial, the waiting – it was all a game to John. But for Emily and me, it was a test of endurance and submission, one that would push our boundaries and deepen the intensity of our shared connection.

John swiftly withdrew from me, and with the same abruptness, he pulled the dildo from Emily. The sudden emptiness left both of us gasping. I watched as he rose, dripping wet from his own arousal and ours, his eyes scanning the assortment of toys he'd asked me to collect.

After a moment of rummaging, he returned, holding two massive anal plugs in his hands. The sight alone was enough to make my heart race; one was incredibly thick, its girth enough to be intimidating, while the other was slender in comparison but alarmingly long.

Flashing a sly grin, he held them up for us to see, rotating them slightly so that they caught the room's dim lighting. "So, ladies," he drawled, amusement evident in his tone, "Who wants what?"

The question hung in the air, and I could feel Emily's trepidation, the quickening of her pulse. We exchanged glances, a shared uncertainty of which plug would be more challenging.

My thoughts mirrored Emily's, but I was older, more accustomed to John's ways, and I had a greater understanding of the sensations each toy would offer. I knew John was playing a game, wanting to see our reactions, wanting ...