Sex dollie

She moves like she was made for this. Soft skin. Tight curves. The kind of face that makes men lose their heads and their tempers. And yet she chooses the night to herself. No hands. No mouths. Just her favorite toy humming against the thin lace stretched between her legs. She presses it there, slow, then harder, hips lifting off the sheets as the little motor works its rhythm. Her breath catches. Her thighs twitch. She bites her lip and keeps going. Blonde hair spills across the pillow. Eyes half-closed. The buzzing fills the room. She doesn't need anyone else tonight. Only the steady throb pressed right where she wants it most.