Peeking through the half-open door—thick thighs wrapped around something bright red. She knew someone was watching but kept going anyway. That forbidden hum of the vibrator between her ass cheeks, hair messy like she just woke up from a dream (or a guilty pleasure). Hands gripping the headboard as it gets closer—then she bites down on her lip and lets out a sound that shouldn’t exist in daylight. No panties left to hide behind. The bedframe creaks under silent moans, legs shaking as the toy stretches what wasn’t meant for toys. One hand slips lower, fingers glistening before she finally collapses back against pillows—still clutching it like it’s stealing all her secrets.
