Sensuality Overload

Dido's smooth skin stretches over every curve. Heat pulses underneath. Alone, that pressure has nowhere else to go, so her hand slips lower. Two fingers part her lips and push in, wet and eager. She finds her rhythm, hips rolling. A slim toy waits on the sheets. She brings it to her mouth first, coats it in spit, then guides it straight inside. Her thighs tense with each slow thrust. She drags it out until just the head stays, then drives it deeper again. Pleasure tightens her belly. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, chasing the next wave. The toy works faster now, her fingers rubbing tight circles above it. The tension coils, sharp and bright. When it finally snaps, her body arches, legs shaking, breath catching as everything pours out in one long, trembling rush.