My Little Centauress

I could see her, standing before me, wet as I am.
Stuck.
Waiting for what she had in mind for me, for us.
She walks up, behind me, producing something.
What it is, I had no clue.
Soon I would know.
There was no escape.
I feel her hand tracing my behind, her finger teasing me.
Then there is something, something else there.
How could this be?
Now I suddenly feel something tingling as it slide in, into me.
My slit?
Wet as I am, there is no way to stop her.
I don't want to stop her, ofcause.
Why would I?
It feels so good as it slip into me.
As she pushed it all the way in, there is another sensation.
She's doing something behind me.
I feel her pulling at the plug inside me.
The plug refuses to come out.
It's stuck inside of me.
And it also stick to my behind?
I'm filled up, my juices flooding me.
She is teasingly, tentatively pulling at the plug.
“It makes you squeezing it, so that I can't pull it out.
You're enjoying it, just like I had expected!” she points out.
Knowing it in advance.
That was her design all along.