Double anal for me - part I.

She stands alone, bare skin glowing under the low light. Her hand slips between her thighs, fingers working slow and steady. Blonde strands stick to her damp shoulders as her breath quickens. The hunger shows in her eyes. One toy isn’t enough. She reaches for another, works it in, and groans when both press tight inside her. Her body trembles. She pushes deeper, greedy for the stretch. Every thrust draws a sharper sound from her throat. Sweat beads along her collarbone. Her hips roll harder, chasing the burn that turns to heat. Alone, hungry, she fills herself again and again.