As night deepened, my old flame invited me out. After a few drinks, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were glazed. She wore a tight-fitting dress, her large breasts trembling slightly with her breath, and black lace panties were faintly visible beneath the hem. I put my arm around her waist, my hand roaming between her legs. She let out a soft moan, not resisting. Once inside the room, I took out a vibrator. She willingly parted her legs, revealing her already soaking wet vulva. I pressed the vibrator against her clitoris, and she shuddered, her juices flowing down her thighs. I increased the vibration frequency, and she bit her lip, moaning repeatedly, her vulva opening and closing as if yearning for deeper penetration. I thrust the vibrator into her, and she screamed, throwing her head back as she gushed forth, her juices splashing all over my hand. Her eyes were unfocused, and she murmured, "Husband, I want more..."
