Her pussy was flushed and swollen and shining, the outer lips puffy and parted, the inner ones darker pink and slick and trembling.
The first thing Lor noticed was the gem.
It sat in the dark cleft just above her pussy, a small pink stone set into the flared base of a plug, and it was exactly the pink of her panties, so that the two looked bought together.
The paper lamplight caught the facet and made it wink.
Then her body clenched around it, a slow, involuntary little push from the inside, and the gem tilted a fraction before settling again.
Lor's throat moved. He had not meant to swallow that loudly.
Nellie let go of her skirt.
The plum pleats stayed bunched at her waist.
She reached back with both hands, took a soft handful of each cheek, and spread them apart.
She did it slowly, the way someone does when they have thought about the motion for a long time and still cannot quite believe they are doing it.
The cheeks parted.
