Pushing The Right Butt-ons

Marie thinks the place is empty, so she drops her shorts and shoves a remote-controlled butt plug into herself right there on the couch, legs spread wide, chasing it slow then hard. Vibrations start humming through her guts and she grinds against nothing, breathing through her teeth. Then footsteps at the door. Roommate Roberta. Marie yanks the toy deeper, sprints for her bedroom, remote left facedown between the cushions. Roberta walks in with Gwen. They barely hit the couch before mouths crash, hands tearing clothes, hips rolling. Every blind grab or squeeze mashes that hidden button harder. The plug inside Marie jumps from low buzz to jackhammer, grinding against her prostate in endless waves. She claws the sheets, biting her own wrist to stay quiet while her cock leaks all over her stomach. Pressure builds sharp and blinding. She finally cracks, drops to her knees, crawls out into the living room with her hole still clenching around the toy. "Remote," she chokes, voice wrecked. Roberta and Gwen freeze, then realize the little black rectangle wedged under them. Their eyes go wide, apologies tumbling out. But Marie’s already trembling, lips parted, eyes glassy with heat. No more talk. They drag her onto the couch between them, mouths and hands everywhere, the three of them colliding fast and filthy until the only sounds left are wet skin and broken moans.