Unchain my heart

He said he might set me free if I stayed nice and showed him what he wanted to see. So I pulled the blonde strands off my face, spread my thighs wide in that black lace, and let him watch me play with my smooth, bare little pussy. I rubbed slow circles, two fingers sliding easy over my clit, my breath catching each time I got close. He still wasn’t satisfied. The empty bottle lay on the sheets, thick and cool. He told me to use it, to push it deep. I wrapped my fingers around the smooth glass and worked the wide mouth against my opening, pressing until it slipped inside. My body stretched around the curve of it, a low moan slipping out as I eased it in farther, inch by inch, until the whole thing vanished between my lips. I kept going, fucking myself with the bottle because I wanted to be good, until my hips bucked and the sheets grew wet beneath me.