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Polet slowly slides her tiny black panties down her thighs, letting the delicate lace catch for a moment on the curve of her hips before they drop to her ankles. She steps out of them with a small, deliberate kick, the fabric landing in a soft heap beside the bed. The cool air kisses her newly exposed skin and she shivers not from cold, but from the raw anticipation curling low in her belly. She reaches for the sleek black dildo resting on the nightstand, its thick, veined length gleaming faintly under the dim lamp. It''s heavier than it looks, solid silicone that feels almost warm from her earlier impatient grip. Polet runs her thumb along the underside, tracing the subtle ridge, imagining how it will stretch her soon. Her breathing has already turned shallow, pupils blown wide in the half-light. Kneeling on the mattress, she spreads her knees wider, giving herself room. One hand braces against the headboard while the other guides the blunt head of the toy between her slick folds. She doesn''t rush. She never does at the beginning. Instead she teases herself first rubbing the smooth tip up and down her entrance, coating it in her own wetness until it glistens darkly. A soft, needy sound escapes her throat when the thickest part finally nudges past her outer lips. %u201CFuck%u2026%u201D she whispers to the empty room. Inch by inch she sinks down onto it, feeling every ridge drag deliciously against her inner walls. Her thighs tremble from the stretch; she''s tight tonight, almost too tight, and the burn is perfect. When her ass finally meets her heels and the toy is buried to the hilt, she pauses%u2014head tipped back, lips parted, chest rising and falling fast. The fullness is overwhelming in the best way, pressing right against that spot that makes her toes curl. She starts to rock. Small, experimental rolls of her hips at first, then longer, hungrier strokes. The wet, obscene sound of her riding it fills the quiet bedroom. One hand slips between her legs, fingers finding her swollen clit and circling in tight, frantic loops while the other keeps her balanced. Her movements grow sloppier, more desperate. The dildo hits deep with every downward grind, sending sparks up her spine. Sweat beads along her collarbone. Her free nipple pebbles in the air as she arches, chasing the pressure building fast and fierce inside her. She''s so close already embarrassingly close but she doesn''t care. She wants to come like this: stuffed full, dripping down the toy, thighs shaking, moaning broken little curses into the dark. %u201CGod yes right there %u201D Her rhythm stutters. Her fingers press harder against her clit. The coil snaps. Polet comes with a sharp, choked cry, walls fluttering and clamping down around the thick intrusion. Her whole body locks up for a long, trembling second before she collapses forward, forehead pressed to the sheets, still impaled, still pulsing weakly around the toy buried inside her. She doesn''t pull it out yet. She just breathes ragged, satisfied and smiles against the damp cotton, already wondering how many more times she can make herself fall apart tonight.