Patio pleasures

Marketa steps onto the patio, her blonde hair catching the light as she settles into the sun-warmed chair. A small plastic toy rests in her hand, ready and familiar. She slips her shorts down, spreads her legs, and runs her fingers over her smooth skin. The brunette watches from the doorway, curious, saying nothing. Marketa presses the toy against herself, eyes half-closed, breathing deeper now. She moves it in slow circles, hips shifting with each stroke. Her free hand cups one breast, thumb brushing the nipple. The afternoon air feels good on her bare thighs. She presses the toy harder, lets out a soft sound, and keeps going until her legs tremble and her body arches against the seat.