Unusual obsessions

Leanna spots the bottle and knows exactly what to do. She grabs the heavy green glass, warm from sitting on the table, and slides it between her thighs. The neck glides in without resistance—her cunt is already slick, eager, swallowing it like it was made for this. She rocks her hips, working every inch deeper, breath catching as the thick curve stretches her open. Her free hand cups her small breast, pinching the stiff nipple until the sting meets the slow push inside. She tilts the bottle, angle just right, so the pressure hits that sweet spot again and again. Every thrust makes a wet sound that fills the quiet room. Her blonde hair sticks to her cheek, legs spread wider on the sheets. The bottle fucks her steady, deep, and she answers with quiet little moans that turn raw when she comes—tight spasms around the unyielding glass, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing like it never wants to let go.