Change of mind

She used to swear by plastic. It stayed hard. It never got distracted. She could set the speed and never ask twice. But that all went sideways the first time a real cock filled her. The heat of it, the way it pulsed and shifted on its own, knocked every idea she had into the dirt. Blonde hair spilling across the pillow, the brunette milf on her knees, both women working the same man until he gave in and painted their faces. She tasted every inch while it was still throbbing. When it finally slid inside her, thick and alive, she stopped caring about control. She just wanted to feel it move. Deep, steady strokes took the place of batteries and buttons, and she gave herself over to every wet, messy thrust until her cunt clenched and her mind went blank. She used to believe she was better off with something she could switch off. Now she knows the best part is when she can’t.