I take a picture of myself pinching one pierced nipple and send it to you. A few minutes later, my phone goes off.
“Eager to play, huh? I’m 10 minutes away. I want your butt plug in by the time I get home.”
I walk over to the dresser, retrieve the lube, bend over and press the tip against my hole, pushing back against it some to ease the stretching. The plug inserted, I pull my jeans up and return to the living room to wait.
A few minutes later, you walk through the door.
“I’m happy to be home, to the favorite part of my day, babygirl.”
You walk over to me, wrap me in an embrace and lean down to kiss me gently, you tongue between my lips. Your hands slide into my pockets and pull me against you.
You give me a look just before remove a hand from my pocket and playfully smack my ass cheek, then reach down to press on my butt plug, causing me to jump and squeal.
“Would you like a drink, Daddy?”