Abbie loves anal

Abbie knows how to fill an empty afternoon. The toy stays close, always ready, and her ass is the part that demands attention first. She works herself open with slow, deliberate strokes, body angled toward whatever pleasure she can pull from it. The rhythm settles in until the door opens. Thommy steps through and catches her mid-thrust. He doesn’t ask questions. One hand replaces the toy, fingers sliding in with the same slick ease she had built. He stretches her wider, deeper, until the dildo feels almost gentle by comparison. Abbie’s breath shortens. She pushes back, greedy for the heavier weight of him, and he gives it to her without ceremony. Every thrust lands firm and exact, turning her quiet session into something louder, wetter, messier. The afternoon stretches out, and neither of them seems in a hurry to end it.