The Stash - Episode 8

Lola breaks out the sex toys with one sharp smile, and the room tilts. She picks the glass dildo first, already chilled, and rolls it between her palms until it catches the low light. Her free hand slips beneath the silk of her robe and finds her cunt already slick; two fingers part the lips, spread them wide, and she presses the rounded head right where she wants it. The cold slides in deep, making her hips jerk once before she steadies them again. She fucks herself slow, deliberate, the toy gliding in and out with wet, unhurried strokes until her thighs start to shake. Then she sets it aside, reaches for the wand, and turns it on low. The first touch to her swollen clit pulls a raw sound from her throat. She grinds against the pulsing head, angling the toy until the pleasure sharpens into something mean and necessary, legs spread wider, robe falling open, nipples tight in the air. Every few seconds she pauses, lets the ache build, then presses the wand harder, chasing the edge she keeps pulling herself back from. Her breath turns ragged. Sweat beads along her collarbone. When she finally lets herself come, it’s a long, low shudder that rolls through her whole body, leaving her cunt pulsing around nothing and her fingers still gripping the toy like she isn’t finished yet.