Satisfying Sophie

I met Sophie at a party a month ago. Last week she rang and told me she couldn't stop thinking about being touched. Said she needed help and I was the one she wanted. She wasn't shy on the phone. Told me exactly how she wanted to be used. When she climbed onto the bed she was already wet, bare skin glowing under the bedroom lights. I watched her spread her legs and slip two fingers between them, rubbing slow circles over her clit. She told me to grab the toys from the drawer and keep quiet unless she asked for something. I knelt at the edge of the mattress and waited. She took the slim glass dildo first, sliding it into her pussy with one smooth push. Her hips rose. She handed me the thicker one and nodded at her ass. I pressed it gently against her, eased it past the tight ring until it sank in to the flared base. She moaned, the sound low and filthy. Her free hand kept working her clit while I held both toys steady, letting her fuck herself on them in short, hungry strokes. The bed creaked. She came hard, back arched, thighs shaking around my wrists, blonde hair stuck to her damp forehead. When she finally opened her eyes she smiled like someone who had just finished a good meal.