From anyone else’s perspective, it looked like a normal family dinner. Your parents practically begged to visit your and Ellie’s home, claiming it was to get a house tour of the new place, but knowing them, it was truly just an excuse to see their baby girl.
Ellie looked as relaxed as ever, making light conversations with your dotting parents, occasionally looking down at her phone that rested on her knee below the table.
No, she wasn’t checking her email or responding to a text message; she was adjusting the speed of the bullet vibrator that was lodged deep inside your cunt.
