Innocent in white

She looks sweet enough in white, but that sweetness turns feral fast. Knees spread on the bed, she works a glass toy between her cheeks—slow at first, then deeper, the clear shaft catching light as she takes every inch. Her breath stutters. She pushes harder. The toy disappears, her fingers follow, stretching herself open until nothing stays hidden. The need builds. She lets go. A hot stream spills across her own skin, glistening down the curve of her ass, soaking the sheets. She keeps working the dildo in and out, wetter now, the wet sounds filling the room as she comes with a sharp, unashamed cry. Nothing left to imagine.