Angel revenge

She broke up with him last night. By morning she’d decided not to waste any mood on him. Instead she pulled the nightstand drawer, found the thick silicone cock she keeps hidden there, and settled back against the pillows. The blonde spread her legs without hurry, eyes half-closed, and brought the rounded head between her folds. A slow push, a little twist, and the toy slid deep. Her hips lifted to meet every stroke. She set a deliberate rhythm—slow at first, then quicker—pressing the base against her clit on each thrust until her breath caught. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. She didn’t hold back; she arched, moaned, rode the toy harder. Pleasure built fast, sharp, then rolled through her in tight pulses. When it was over she lay there, chest rising, a lazy smile on her lips. He might have left, but an angel always finds her own way to the top.