Backstage of Pleasure cage

Caroline Cage stands backstage, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. Her tits push against the thin fabric of her costume, full and heavy. She peels it away slowly, letting each inch of skin breathe. A single finger traces the curve of her breast, circles the nipple until it hardens. Her breath shortens. She reaches for the thick glass dildo waiting beside her, its surface already slick with lube. She spreads her legs, leans back, and guides the rounded tip between her cheeks. The pressure builds, then gives. She pushes deeper, inch by inch, until the shaft disappears inside her. Her hips roll. She fucks herself with steady strokes, never rushing, savoring the stretch. Her free hand stays busy at her clit, rubbing tight circles while her ass takes the dildo again and again. Soft moans slip out. Her thighs tremble. She keeps going, lost in the rhythm, until the pleasure crests and she comes with a sharp, trembling gasp.