Morning masturbation with my boyfriend's toy leads to feelings of jealousy

After a steamy night of lovemaking, my man left his favorite toy behind. A sleek, rubber substitute for him, waiting to be filled. I couldn't resist the allure of the forbidden, and as the morning sun filtered through the blinds, I found myself exploring this strange yet tantalizing object. My touch ignited a fiery desire within me, and I surrendered to it, immersing myself in the intoxicating pleasure. As I reached the peak of ecstasy, a sudden thought struck - this toy was meant for me, a perfect replacement for my absent lover. But with that realization came a pang of jealousy. Was I just a stand-in? A mere substitute? The bitter taste of longing filled my mouth, echoing the void left by my missing husband. As I pulled away from the toy, a warm stream of cream filled the void, a testament to the intense pleasure. And with a heavy heart, I realized that even in the realm of pleasure, nothing could replace the human touch.