Presents for Sophie - 12.

Sophie sits alone, a gift box open in her hands, the blonde strands of her hair falling over one shoulder. She lifts the toy from the paper, turning it in the light, studying the size and shape. Her fingers trace the smooth silicone. Without a word, she lays back on the couch and parts her legs. One hand presses the new toy against her skin, switching it on. The quiet hum fills the room. She lets out a breath and presses harder, circling slowly, watching the way her body responds. Each movement is sure, steady. Her lips part, her eyes half-close. She brings herself closer, guiding the toy with patient pressure, the other hand sliding down to part herself wider. Her breathing grows quicker, then shallow. She keeps her thighs spread, rolling her hips against the toy until the tension breaks and a sharp cry slips out. For a moment longer, she keeps it pressed there, riding the aftershocks, her fingers slick, the toy still humming.