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In the past, I’ve wondered of doing something and flirted with the notion. This was motivated by someone’s suggestion on how to better express my inner slut.

We occasionally use video calls, but usually more people are present and on the call during this time so that nothing is missed or misconstrued. There were my dad, my stepmother, my two stepbrothers, their wives, my aunt, my cousin, and my uncle. That is to say, they were all adults, all over the age of eighteen. The conversations we have when trying to understand and make arrangements for Thanksgiving and the holidays are typically mundane and regular. Who is bringing what, exactly. When is that? What grandmother is receiving, etc.

So I took off my clothes and sat at my desk with a vibrating toy in my pussy and a plug in my arse.

I was sending links to them as we were talking in a different chat where links are exchanged for people to administer my remote-control gadgets. I had someone in charge of both of them as I made and discussed my Thanksgiving plans and what I had been doing since the last family get-together.

It was challenging to keep a straight face, especially when those buzzes were going really high and powerful with the pulses. I’m aware that I occasionally let out a few faint moans and gasps while shifting in my seat. My heart was racing as I was doing it, and the bullet that was buried in me was exacerbating the pain in my pussy. It was particularly challenging for me to cum, with everyone transfixed to the television. My father once asked how I was doing because I was moving around and acting a little unusual. I lied to him and said I was just taking medicine.

Despite my best efforts, I only managed to arrive twice throughout the entire event. I went back as soon as it was over, cleaned up, and tried to gather myself before writing this.

For Thanksgiving dinner, I might put on the toys once again and send out more links throughout the meal.

NSFW: yes

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