Vivien's secret

I stripped off my travel clothes the moment the hotel door clicked shut. Steam rose from the bath while I stood naked in front of the mirror, studying the clean lines of my breasts and hips. Between my thighs a warm itch bloomed. My fingers drifted lower, parting soft folds that were already slick. Each slow stroke made my breath catch. I pulled the dildo from its velvet pouch and pressed the thick head against my entrance, pretending it was a rigid cock that would pound into me harder than any man ever had. The first thrust forced a sharp gasp from my lips. I braced one hand on the marble counter and began to fuck myself in deep, steady strokes, eyes locked on my own reflection while pleasure curled tighter and tighter in my belly.