Home alone

I could barely wait to try my new glass toy. The cool surface slides inside, and my wet pussy opens for it. A shiver runs up my spine and hits me like a quiet spark. My mind blanks. Blonde hair sticks to my neck. I am alone in the room. The house is quiet. I push deeper. My legs tense. The toy catches light with every slow stroke. I breathe through my teeth. Heat pools low and spreads. I grind my hips in small circles, chasing that first rush. I know exactly how I like it. I don’t rush. I hold the base, twist it, then pull almost out. A thread of wetness follows. I press back in. The pressure builds, steady and sweet. My free hand drifts down to part my lips wider. My thighs tremble. Another inch. Another shiver. I tilt my hips so it hits just right. The pace stays measured, unhurried, until I feel the first real pulse deep inside. I bite my lip and keep going.