April and her blue little friend

April has had enough of people. She shuts the door, slips into the sheer black lace that barely counts as lingerie, and reaches for her favorite remedy. The baby-blue toy waits in her drawer, smooth and curved just right. She strips away the bra first, then the panties, letting cool air kiss every inch she just uncovered. The first low buzz against her inner thigh makes her breath catch. April spreads her legs on the bed, guiding the humming tip in slow circles until her folds glisten. She teases herself open, pressing deeper with each stroke, hips lifting to meet the steady throb. Her free hand cups a breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple, every movement sending fresh sparks between her legs. She fucks herself with unhurried purpose, wetness coating the toy, soft whimpers escaping as the pressure builds. When the orgasm finally crashes through her, April bites her lip and smiles, that secret, satisfied smile only her blue friend ever sees.