Better things to do

Aletta Ocean was heading out for a shopping run, bags ready, but she never made it past the front door. Her pussy started pulsing before she even touched the handle. She dropped everything, locked up, and went straight to her bedroom. She stripped without fuss. Her big tits spilled free. She grabbed the toy she keeps in the top drawer, clicked it on, and climbed onto the bed. Legs spread wide, she pressed the thick head against her slick entrance, easing it in with one slow push. Her lips parted around the silicone shaft and she let out a low groan. She began to fuck herself in steady thrusts, the vibrator buzzing deep inside her. One hand stayed on the toy while the other cupped a breast, squeezing the soft flesh until the nipple tightened. Every time the toy bottomed out, her thighs trembled and her breath caught. Her black hair stuck to the sweat on her neck, but she didn’t stop. She just worked the dildo faster, hips rolling to meet each stroke, chasing the sharp, hot ache building between her legs until nothing else mattered.