On my own

The blonde sprawls on the bed, chasing her own high without a partner in sight. She works a thick dildo inside, inch by inch, then lets her fingers circle and press her clit. Her folds stretch wide as she angles the toy deeper, thighs parting with each slow thrust. Rolling onto her stomach, she lifts her hips and grinds against the mattress, hand still buried between them. Flat on her back again, knees up, she alternates short, sharp strokes with lazy circles until her breath catches. Every angle shows new flush on her skin, fresh tension in her belly. She knows exactly how much pressure, how much depth, and she gives herself both without hesitation. Her free hand squeezes a breast, rolls a nipple, then drops to help the other, coaxing her closer. When the tremors finally hit, she keeps the rhythm steady, riding it out until she’s shaking, then eases the toy free with a wet sound and a soft, satisfied sigh.