Red Remedy

Monday drags its feet. Alyssa Reece steps in to ease the ache behind your eyes. She settles on the bed in nothing but silk panties, legs parting slowly as her fingers trace the thin strip of fabric. One hand drifts under the waistband, the other slides over her breast, pinching the nipple until it stiffens. She breathes deeper, pulling the panties aside so nothing blocks her view—or yours. Her middle finger glides through wet folds, then presses inside, pulling a soft sound from her throat. Reaching to the nightstand, she takes the slender toy already slick with lube and brings it down between her thighs. The toy sinks in inch by inch until the base sits flush against her. Alyssa’s hips start to roll, each thrust meeting the toy’s steady push. Her free hand never stops moving—stroking her clit in tight circles while the toy works inside her. Sweat beads along her collarbone. She bites her lower lip, eyes half-lidded, chasing the tension that keeps climbing. When her back arches and her thighs tremble, the toy stays buried and her fingers press hard against her clit, holding her right on the edge until the rush finally breaks through her.