A quickie

I never leave home without my favorite dildo. You never know when it might come in handy. So when the urge hit in that hotel room, I pulled it straight out of my bag. I teased myself first—slow strokes over my already swollen clit. Once I was slick enough, I slid the toy inside, angling it just right, chasing the pressure that makes my big ass clench. Each thrust sent a sharp jolt straight through me. Blonde hair stuck to my sweaty skin as I rocked on the sheets, faster now, chasing the heat that built low and heavy. I came hard, breath ragged, legs trembling, the toy still buried deep. Nothing beats a quick, filthy release when you need it most.