A bag and a half of sugar

Lora said I should persuade Paul to buy an “njoy eleven” for me. 

Without doubt, it’s a thing of beauty. I could probably keep it on the coffe table; even when Mum and Dad come around for a visit.

“Just think about how much fun we’d have”, she said.

I think Paul would buy it for me. He’s spent considerably more on some of the underwear he’s very keen to see me wearing for him and I’m sure he’d love to see so many inches of stainless steel disappearing into my cunt as I put on a display for him before he fucks me. 

It’s just that I wonder if his cock will feel as good as it normally does after I’ve fucked myself with a dildo that apparently weighs more than a bag and a half of sugar!