Big and white

She stretches out on the bed, sunlight catching the smooth white curve of the dildo resting beside her. The thing is thick and long, almost cartoonish in its size, so she names it Moby. Blonde hair fans across the pillow as she picks it up, feeling its heft in one hand while the other slips between her legs. Fingers trace slow circles over her clit, spreading the wetness that already gathers there. She watches her own hand move, the contrast between her pale skin and the stark white shaft. The first push inside pulls a soft gasp from her, the stretch forcing her hips to lift. She rocks against it, inch by inch, breath quickening as the toy sinks deeper. Each thrust is steady, measured, then harder, until the rhythm matches the pulse pounding between her thighs. Her free hand drifts up to cup her breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between her fingers while the other keeps working the dildo in and out. The sounds are wet, sharp, filling the quiet room. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, focused on the way her body takes it all. When the orgasm hits, it rolls through her in tight, shuddering waves, leaving her still and slick and smiling at the toy lying warm against her thigh.