Dildo fan

Meet my favorite toy. I call it my sweet friend. The dildo sits heavy in my hand, veins raised along the shaft so every push drags across tender skin. It is massive, thick enough to make my tight teen pussy strain around it. I press the head against my entrance and watch my lips stretch, pink and glistening. Inch by inch it slides deeper. My breath catches each time the width forces another give. I push again, hips tilting up to meet it, thighs trembling as the fullness blooms inside me. The burn feels good, sharp at first, then melting into something hotter. I keep going. The dildo sinks further until my body fights the size, clenching hard, yet I crave more. My fingers tighten around the base. Another slow thrust and the stretch pulls a soft sound from my throat. I hold it there, savoring the way my walls grip and flutter around the impossible girth. Pleasure curls low in my belly. I draw back an inch, then drive it in again, wet sounds filling the quiet room while I chase that perfect ache.