Plaything

I am your plaything. The elusive unicorn. You and your girlfriend are having a competition to see who can make me come the most. I am the centre of your attention. You’re holding me around my neck with one hand, I can feel your muscly stomach and chest being pushed into my back. My middle and breasts being firmly held with your other arm and hand. Nibbling my neck, telling me not to come because you want to win. Your girlfriend is sucking my legs and eating me out, begging me to come. I cannot move, and I don’t want to.