Bambi gone wild

She starts off looking like innocence itself, the kind of girl you call Bambi with a wink. Then she spreads. The toy sits heavy in her grip, thick, veined, ready. She works the fat head against her bare slit, parts herself with two fingers, and eases it inside. Every slow push opens her wider, until the toy is buried and her breathing turns ragged. Her free hand keeps busy, rubbing circles over the tight pucker above. She rocks her hips, chasing the stretch, and the slick sounds get louder, wetter. She doesn’t rush. She enjoys every inch she takes, eyes half-lidded, mouth open, riding that big cock until her thighs start to shake and her voice spills out, raw and unashamed.