Solo Entertainment

Andus isn’t the type who needs company to stay occupied. She has her own ways of filling the hours—curling up with a novel, zoning out in front of the screen, or firing up a game when the mood strikes. But today the books and the remote are forgotten. Her pussy’s already slick, and the familiar shape of her favorite toy waits on the bedside table. She reaches for it without hesitation, runs the smooth head along her folds, then eases it inside, savoring the slow, steady stretch. Each thrust comes a little deeper, her hips lifting to meet it, and the quiet room fills with the wet sound of her pleasure. Eyes half-closed, mouth parted, she rides the rhythm she knows best, pushing herself toward the release that always arrives when she decides she wants it.