I sank back into the soft cushions of my couch, the afternoon sun filtering through the half-drawn blinds and casting warm stripes across my naked skin. The house was quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioner and my own ragged breathing.
I had the whole day off, no plans, no interruptions. Just me, my thoughts, and the thick silicone dildo I had pulled from the nightstand drawer. It was my favorite one, it was eight inches long, veined realistically, with a slight curve that hit all the right spots inside me. The base suctioned perfectly to the coffee table, standing upright like an invitation I could not resist.
I was already naked from the waist down, my shorts and panties discarded in a heap on the floor. My tank top was pushed up over my breasts, n*****s hard from the cool
