"Oh, you like that, hm?" asks Brooke smugly, as she picks up on your arousal instantly. "You want some more, honey?" Words fail you at the moment. But no matter-- Brooke can sense your hunger, pleading for more without actually saying anything. Gently she thrusts the vibrator deeper inside you. The sensation is euphoric. Now you're really wet, bathed in your own involuntary secretion. You feel yourself tightening around the pulsing device, hardening, throbbing. Brooke moves the vibrator inside you, ever so slightly, up and down, in and out. Every so often she puts pressure on just the right spot to spark a new jolt of pleasure. In your mind, you're moaning again, and she can hear you.
And then, suddenly, you feel the device being pulled out. Instinctively, you try your hardest to clamp down on it, and maintain enough of a grip to keep it inside you, but it's a completely futile gesture. Covered in your own lubricant as you are, the vibrator easily slides right out of you. For a tense moment you feel cheated and desperate-- something has been taken from you that is absolutely vital to you. But before you can protest, Brooke runs the vibrator back up the inner fold of your vulva, and it comes to rest on your clitoris once more. As quickly as your disappointment had set in when she removed it, your excitement returns.
She teases your clitoris and the surface between your pussy lips for a few minutes, alternating between satisfying and denying you to drive you into a frenzied state. As she does, any remnants of your previous inhibitions or cares completely slip from your memory. Your mind is changing, and you don't even notice or care. You are a vagina, and the only thing you care about is feeling something rigid thrusting inside you. Finally, when Brooke is done with her teasing game, she asks, "Alright, baby, you ready for me to put it in again?"
"Me want!" you respond. "Me pussy! Want be fucked! Want be filled inside!"
Your crude reply catches her by surprise, and causes her to hesitate for a moment. "Honey? Are you alright?"
"No stop!" you beg. "Need be filled!"
"Okay, hon," she says. "I think it's time..."