Jo's little toy

I bought the little pink toy on impulse. Now it lies on the sheets beside me, waiting. I spread my legs, reach back, and press its smooth tip between my cheeks. Slow circles first. Then pressure. My tight little hole yields, and the toy slides in—inch by careful inch—until the base kisses my skin. A soft moan escapes. I pull it out halfway, push it deeper again. Each thrust sends a hot spark through my belly. My fingers find my clit and circle it, wet and needy. Blonde hair fans across the pillow. Breasts rise and fall with every shaky breath. I keep working that toy in my ass, slow then faster, feeling myself open and clench around it. The room smells like sex. My toes curl against the sheets. I’m close, hips rolling, lost in the filthy little rhythm I set for myself.