My new dildo

Amanda had a drawer full of them. No more guessing games. She tugged off her shirt, the fabric dragging over her nipples, and let it fall. Her blonde hair spilled across the pillow as she stretched out, knees parting, eyes half-lidded. She picked the thick one first, the one with the heavy curve. A slow lick to slick the head, then she pressed it against her slit, easing it in until her breath caught. Her other hand stayed busy between her legs, rubbing circles until her hips started to roll. Every thrust drew a soft sound from her throat. Blonde hair clung to her damp cheeks. She worked deeper, greedy now, chasing the heat building inside. The second toy sat waiting, already slick from an earlier round, but she wasn’t done with the first. Not yet.