Marla in control-2

As Marla exited the car she was quite surprised how the little green box felt as her body moved around it. It was actually the perfect size. Small enough that she could forget it was there, but she could feel its presence, even when off, as she moved. She dropped her purse on the hall table and ran up the stairs to bed. Before she even reached the landing, her shirt was ripped off and she was fumbling with her bra clasp. She crossed the threshold to the bedroom and as she used her feet to remove her shoes, she pulled her skirt and thong down in one foul swoop. Her eyes caught herself in the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and damn did she still look hot naked. Her hands massaged her breasts then down her sides, tracing the lines of her hips towards the center of her body. She cupped her lady friend with her left hand, almost being blinded by the glare of her engagement ring diamond in the reflection. Her right hand grabbed the remote off the dresser and resumed what had started in the car, skipping to the third mode. It didn’t take long before her legs started to tremble and she flopped onto the bed. Moments later Marla was moaning as a second orgasm within the last five minutes hit her.