Freetime Activity

Ava knows exactly how to fill the quiet hours. She settles back, her dark hair spilling over the pillow, and reaches for the toy she keeps close. Her hand moves in steady rhythm, drawing the silicone deeper, each slow thrust making her breath catch. She watches the way her body takes it—hips lifting to meet the push, thighs spreading wider, wet heat building with every stroke. Her fingers find her clit, circling, pressing. A low moan breaks from her throat as she fucks herself harder, chasing that bright edge. Time stretches and folds. Nothing exists but the slick sound of skin and silicone, the rush between her legs, the growing ache she refuses to deny. She keeps going until the pleasure crests, sharp and undeniable, leaving her trembling.