Fireplace fun

I lie on the fur rug by the fire, the glow on my skin and that thick dildo already buried deep between my legs. My breath comes short. I push it in, slow at first, then harder. Every stroke gets louder, wetter, until I can’t stay quiet. The fire crackles, but it’s nothing compared to the sound I make when I come hard, shaking on the soft fur. An afternoon like this beats anything else.