Civil War Heroine

General Aletta wins the day. She stands alone in her tent. The medal on her breast shines, but that isn't what she wants right now. She frees her heavy breasts from the uniform and lets them spill out. Hard nipples beg for touch. She reaches for the thick glass toy she keeps hidden. Its length and weight promise more than any sword. She spits on the head, rubs it over her folds, then pushes inside. A sharp breath escapes her. She pumps it deep, pulls back, slams again. Every thrust makes her tits bounce. Sweat runs down her belly. She climbs higher, then tips over the first climax. Her cunt grips the toy, but she doesn't stop. A second wave breaks through her, wetter than the first. She keeps going until her legs shake and her voice cracks. Finally she drops back on the cot, toy still buried, body spent. The next battle can wait.