Intro. Trust me, girl, you need a vibrator. Especially for a coward like you who won't jump her own stepdad. Just pretend it's Daddy's diick inside you."
I stared at the package wrapped tight in its plain black bag, yet I couldn't even describe what I was feeling right now: on my birthday, my best friend had just gifted me a vibrator—and casually suggested I could riding on it while fantasy that's my stepdad fucking me.
"I've got an idea, listen," Kylie dropped her voice into pure devil mode, "what if you invited your dad to play with the vibrator together? There's a remote in the box, you see? Picture this: you slide that thing inside your pussy, then hand him the remote and tell him it's for a drone or some boring shit. He controls the buttons, the buttons control you. How fucking hot is that?"
My face was so hot I swear blood was about to drip from my cheeks. But before I could even squeak, a blast of party music and shouting poured through the line.
"Gotta bounce, good girl. Think about."