Sandy's Big Friend

Sandy spreads out, legs open, the thick toy already slick in her grip. She drags it slow between her thighs, pressing the head just inside before pulling back to circle her clit. Every inch goes deeper on the next push. She pauses to run her hands over her own curves, squeezing the full swell of her ass, tracing the soles of her feet as they flex against the sheets. The toy comes back shiny. She rolls onto her side, lifts one cheek, and works it in from behind, the stretch obvious, the pace steady. Her breath catches, then settles again as she finds the rhythm she likes. She lifts a foot toward the lens, toes curled, then brings it down to press the toy deeper with her sole. The strokes grow shorter, harder. Her free hand stays busy on her breasts, her ass, the soft skin behind her knee. She keeps going until her hips lift off the bed and the toy disappears inside her, held there by nothing but the grip of her body.