She thought no one was watching when she reached for that pink toy under the bed. Legs spread just enough, fingers tracing her own wetness before sliding into her tight pussy. The slow drag of the strap-on against her clit makes a slick thunk sound—no lube needed, just how greedy she gets. Hands grip his shoulders like he’s there, but it’s only plastic and her own desperate rhythm. Moans get louder as she works herself harder, thighs trembling around nothing but air and sin.
