I Had Sex With a Transformer
Sex so intense I saw stars…
Black Friday brought me an explosive revelation: fuck, why hadn’t we tried this before? In a surge of horniness mixed with curiosity, we decided to invest in a penile vibrator with dual function.
He, always with that naughty smile that makes me melt completely, dubbed it the “little autobot”. He swore that together they would transform into “Optimus Prime destroyer of pussies” — and holy shit, was he right.
The wait was delicious torture. Every delivery notification made me pulse with anticipation. My body reacted just imagining what was coming. The days dragged on.
The nights? Ah, those were spent in spicy conversations, meticulously planning how we would debut this technological marvel.
When it finally arrived, my God…
The discreet packaging barely revealed the pleasure potential within. My hands trembled while opening it. It was more beautiful and sophisticated than we expected — an elegant design that promised unforgettable moments.
That night, anxiety took over. The preparation ritual was different. Each touch, each kiss, each caress had a greater purpose.
The anticipation amplified every sensation.
