Quenching your thirst...

Some summer days leave you aching. Bambi stepped out for fresh air, yet the heat crept over her fast. Sweat beaded on her skin, mouth parched, a heavy glass bottle already in her hand. She tipped it to her lips, drank, and felt another kind of thirst ignite. Before long the bottle slipped lower, pressing, then sliding inside. She took every inch in long, rhythmic thrusts, the cool glass stretching her open with each plunge. Her breath quickened, hips rolling forward to meet it, pace building until the glass was slick and she was gasping. A quick, wet release followed, a little spill that trickled down her thighs. Then the bottle slid free, leaving her flushed, smiling, satisfied.