My secret crush

Dido keeps her hunger locked down tight. She never names the face that gets her cunt wet, but the ache still hits and refuses to fade. When the feeling swells, her toys sit close enough to snatch. She reaches for one, parts her thighs, and slides it straight inside herself. Eyes closed, breath shaky, she fucks herself to the thought of the one she wants but will not share. Each thrust pulls a soft sound from her throat. She stays there until the fantasy and her body both give in.