Lonely

She moves through her empty house in nothing but silk lingerie, the pale blonde of her hair catching the afternoon light. Her fingers trail along the toy’s smooth shaft as she settles onto the bed, thighs already parting. She presses it against her clit first, letting the buzz work through the thin fabric until she’s wet enough to slide it inside. The brunette strands at her nape cling to damp skin while she rocks her hips, taking it deeper each time. When she flips onto her stomach, she spreads herself wider, guiding the toy back between her cheeks and easing it into her ass with slow, steady pressure. Her breath catches; her free hand clutches the sheets. Every thrust brings a soft gasp, her body tightening around the intrusion until her legs tremble and she comes hard, face buried in the pillow.