Preparing the present - part II.

She had cream everywhere. On her hands, on her cheeks, on the tip of her tongue. The cake sat untouched while her fingers slid down the front of her shorts and rubbed slow circles over her clit. Her breath caught, then deepened. She pulled the shorts down, kicked them aside, and reached for the smaller dildo first. It slipped in easy, already slick from her own wetness. She worked it in and out, shallow and steady, hips rolling with each push. Then she took the thicker one. She bent forward, one hand braced on the counter, and pressed it against her ass. A long exhale. A slow stretch. She took both at once, one in each hole, moving them in opposite rhythm. Her thighs trembled. The cream still glistened on her skin, but the only thing she tasted now was heat.