Lauren's private time

Lauren slips into her bedroom and shuts the door behind her. A full day of errands has left her skin humming, and now she wants the weight of those big tits free. She peels off her top, lets them spill into her hands, and squeezes until the nipples stand tight. Her shorts follow, kicked to the floor, and she settles naked against the pillows. One hand drifts between her legs, finds her already wet. Fingers slide through slick folds, parting them, circling the swollen clit in slow, firm strokes. A soft sound escapes her. She reaches for the toy on the nightstand, smooth, thick, already slick with lube. The tip nudges her entrance, then pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching her open. Lauren exhales, hips tilting to take more. She fucks herself in steady rhythm, eyes half-closed, black hair spread across the pillow. Every thrust of the toy drags against her inner walls; every pull drags a moan from her throat. Her free hand never stops moving over her breasts, pinching, rolling, tugging at the nipples until sparks shoot down her spine. Her thighs begin to tremble. The pace quickens, wet sounds filling the room, until her back arches and pleasure crashes through her in long, rolling waves. She rides it out, gasping, the toy still buried deep, until the last tremor fades and she lies spent, flushed, and perfectly satisfied.