Yellow dreams

She stands in front of the mirror holding two sandals, the sunny yellow top hugging every curve. The straps of the winner slide onto her feet, her bare ass still flushed from the warm air. Her hand moves between her legs without hesitation, fingers spreading herself open. The huge vibrator waits beside her, thick and ready. She picks it up, eyes half-lidded, and presses the tip right where she aches. The stretch hits deep, her breath catching as the toy sinks in. A wicked little smile curves her mouth. “Or maybe you’d rather watch me piss,” she says softly, pressing harder, the headboard beginning to creak.