Wet moments

Mellie steps out of the water, droplets running down her long legs. The spa has left her smooth, clean-shaven pussy slick and hungry. She stretches out on a towel at the poolside and spreads her thighs. One hand slips between her folds, fingertips stroking the wetness that has nothing to do with chlorine. She rocks her hips, chasing a deeper need. A thick dildo waits nearby. She brings it close, rubs the smooth head along her slit until it’s coated in her own juices, then pushes it inside with a slow, steady thrust. Her back arches. She fucks herself with lazy, deep strokes, gasping each time the toy fills her completely. Blonde hair clings to her neck. Her free hand pinches a nipple, rolls it between fingers. Wet sounds rise with every push and pull of the dildo. Mellie’s breath grows shorter. Her hips lift to meet the toy, chasing the ache that coils tighter with every stroke. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and the dildo comes out shining, coated in fresh proof of how good the afternoon turned out.