Ripped panties tossed aside, pink strap-on already in hand. She didn’t expect an audience when she climbed onto that bed—thighs spread wide, fingers tracing where the toy will go first. First slow strokes with just the tip inside, then full shove until her breath hitches and the sheets slip lower. Legs shake as it hits something deeper; no lube needed here. Whispers ‘good girl’ to herself like someone’s listening through the door.
