The lady of the house

The lady of the house doesn't get bored in this empty mansion. She walks the marble halls in a sheer black negligee that hides nothing, nipples pressing dark against the fabric. When the mood strikes, she settles into the velvet chaise and reaches for the thick toy waiting on the glass table. She parts her thighs, slides the silicone deep, and works it with slow, steady thrusts until her breath catches and her free hand grips her own breast, squeezing hard. The sun pours through the tall windows, catching on every slick inch of silicone as she fucks herself deeper, faster, lost in the wet sound of it.