Check In

El Storm cuts her backpacking short and checks into a hotel for the afternoon. The room feels too good to stay in wet boots and heavy layers, so she strips down to the butterfly vibrator tucked inside her bedroll. Memories of the purple toy and the last stop make her wet before she even touches herself. She yanks her shirt low, letting her breasts spill out. Her hand slides beneath the thin purple panties and her fingers work the smooth, shaved lips until they're glistening. Two slim fingers push inside her and pull back slick with her own juice. Storm rolls onto her knees, spreads, and drives the thick purple head straight into her heat. She rocks on it, lifting and dropping her hips so the butterfly’s wings press hard against her clit each time she sinks. Short, raw breaths punch out of her. Flat on her back again, she thrusts the toy deeper, pounding steady until the first tight spasm hits. Pleasure rolls through her, fast and then again, wave after wave. By the time she’s finished, the cold she carried all morning is gone, replaced by the heavy, wet warmth between her thighs.