Plastic plays

Cayenne wakes up aching. Young and tight, she stretches her arms above her head and feels the heat already pooling between her thighs. No man to fill her, so she reaches for the thick plastic toy waiting on the nightstand. She slides it across her tongue, wetting it with slow, greedy licks, then rubs the rounded head over her clit until her breath comes in short gasps. Legs open wide, she pushes the toy inside, inch by inch, her hips rolling to meet each thrust. Her free hand pinches a hard nipple, twisting, teasing. The bed creaks. The room fills with the slick sound of plastic meeting wet skin. She rides harder, chasing the tension building in her belly, until she trembles, thighs shaking, mouth open in a silent moan.