Page 92 of Sinners Reunion

I shake my head and smile down at her. Then I glance from her feet to the bar over our heads.

She bites her lip. “King-kier!”

Something’s been on her mind, and I’m glad to see her cheering up a bit at the thought of more pleasure. She plans to hang out with the girls tonight, sans me, so she might be nervous about that. She never was very good at making friends.

They’re already so fond of her, though, and why wouldn’t they be? She has nothing to worry about.

But I’m happy to keep her mind occupied anyway.

I stand and wrap the first strip of silk fabric around her ankle. Then I create a small chain, which I tie to the rod overhead. This leaves enough slack that her ass isn’t raised off the mattress. I secure the last bit around a handle in the roof. This will keep the tie in place on the rod, which will prevent her from closing her legs.

Once I’ve secured her other ankle, I fasten the last tie over her eyes. I’m practically giddy with excitement as I rise and look down at her.

“Instead of playing your stuffed penis game, we’re going to play the stuffed Josie game,” I say.

“I like the sound of that.”

“You haven’t heard the rules yet,” I say with a smirk. “I’m going to stuff you with random objects around the RV, and you’re going to guess what I’ve used.”

“That sounds less fun.”

I grab her hairbrush from the bathroom. “Just give it a shot. You might find something you enjoy. Here’s the first item.”

After spitting on it to get it ready for her, I slide it inside her. She moves her hips in a tight circle, then smiles.

“You’ll have to make it more difficult than that. I’ve used the handle of that hairbrush in desperate times before.”

“Good grief, you really are insatiable, aren’t you?” I ease it out of her. “I’ll have to think outside the box.”

“Yeah, good luck finding something I haven’t rammed inside myself.”

I stand upright and glance around the RV. My gaze lands on the large bag of marshmallows. They aren’t at all firm, and she’d never get any pleasure out of these things, so I doubt she’ll figure it out. Using a pair of scissors, I open the bag and pull out a handful.

I press one of the puffy white cylinders against her slit. Her lips purse as she considers what this could be.

“Is that a makeup sponge? Kind of don’t want foundation down there.”

I smirk to myself. I’ve got the little minx.

“Try again,” I say as I shove one inside her.

Her brow furrows. “I have no idea. Can I get a clue?”

I push a second marshmallow inside her.

“Oh. There’s more than one.” She nibbles her lip as I push a third into her. “There are lots of them, apparently, but shoving more inside me isn’t helping.”

“So you don’t want s’more?” I cover my mouth to muffle my laughter.

“You didn’t!” She tries to pull her legs together, but the ties around her ankles prevent it. “King! Those were supposed to be for the thing with the girls! They don’t want to eat coochie-marinated marshmallows.”

I push another one inside her as she struggles against the restraints. Her hands reach toward the mess, but I swat her fingers away.

“We’ll pop to the shops and get more. Now stop squirming and let me see how many more you can fit in there.”

She doesn’t protest as I cram more of the puffy white objects into her tight little pussy. By the time I’ve shoved the eighth one in there, they’re practically popping out again. I bend and give the one bulging out of her a quick lick. My eyes close as her sweetness mixes with the sticky blob.

“Fuck s’mores,” I say. “We should make some Cunt Crispies with these marshmallows.”