Free Time Pleasure

Alyssa has time to kill and no one to kill it with. She stretches out, peels off her clothes, and spreads her thighs wide. Wetness glistens between her folds before her fingers even touch. One hand strokes her clit in tight circles while the other reaches for the first toy, thick and smooth. She presses it against her opening, slides it inside, and groans at the easy glide. Her hips rise to meet each thrust. She switches hands, working a second, smaller toy against her swollen clit while the first stays buried deep. The double sensation tightens her belly fast. Her breath breaks into short, sharp sounds. The rhythm picks up—deeper, quicker—until her whole body locks, then shudders hard, the orgasm ripping through her in tight, pulsing waves.