Victoria sat on the edge of her wide bed, the bedroom door locked and the curtains half-drawn. Only faint city light slipped through the gaps, painting silver streaks across her bare skin.
She was completely naked. In her hand she held her thick dildo, already slick. She leaned back against the pillows, spread her legs wide, and guided the toy to her entrance in a desperate way.
She pushed it in hard. No teasing. No slow build. Just raw need. Her hips jerked up to meet each thrust. She drove the dildo deep, twisting it on the outstroke, grinding the base against her clit. Sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts. Her breathing turned rough and uneven.
"Damn it," she muttered. "Come on."
