A great time together

Boroka stood by the window in black lace that cupped her hips like a second skin. Her fingers drifted down between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over the thin fabric until the crotch grew damp and dark. She peeled the thong aside and slid two fingers inside, breath catching, then pulled them out shiny. The dildo already waited on the bedside table, thick, purple, already glistening from the lube she’d worked over it. Boroka picked it up, pressed the blunt head against her entrance, and pushed. She took it inch by inch, knees buckling when it finally filled her to the hilt, then drew it back and slammed it deep again. Her free hand pinched a nipple through the bra, twisting until her back arched off the sheets.