Toy time

I sprawl across the sheets in sheer white lace, legs parted, a lazy hand tracing the damp patch already darkening the crotch. Blonde hair fans out over the pillows. The brunette lens drifts closer. She watches me press the first toy in slow, then the second—thinner, curved—nudging it alongside until both slide home. My breath hitches. The stretch burns sweetly, and a small spurt of warm piss escapes before I can stop it, soaking the lace and the bed beneath me. I keep the toys buried, rocking them in tiny circles, hips jerking every time fresh liquid leaks out. The camera tightens on the glistening stretch of my cunt, the two shafts moving in tandem, each thrust coaxing out another soft trickle that runs down between my cheeks. I don’t hide it. I just moan louder, fucking myself in earnest, letting everything—piss, slick, and toy—drip freely while my thighs shake.