Day out

Dagmar stays in. Sunlight cuts across the sheets. Her blonde hair spills over the pillow as she slips her fingers beneath the lace of her lingerie, tracing the heat already pulsing between her thighs. She reaches for the dildo and doesn't wait. One slow push, then another, deeper, faster, until her hips lift to meet every thrust. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. She works herself hard, legs shaking, breath catching, lost in the rhythm of her own pleasure.