Ashley shows Milla something

Milla once confessed the question in a breathless whisper to Ashley, who smiled and set a night. She arrived with a slim case. Nothing dramatic. Just precise. Ashley showed her each one without ceremony. The rabbit. The wand. A slender silicone shaft that warmed in her palm. Ashley switched them on one at a time, letting the soft thrum settle in the air between them. Milla watched the steady vibration roll over Ashley's fingertips, then her own. She lay back on cool linen, pulse quickening, and Ashley pressed the first toy low against her. Heat bloomed quick and tight. When Ashley slid inside, the rhythm pulsed straight through Milla's core, sharper than fingers, steadier than a tongue. Her breath hitched. The second setting pressed deeper. Ashley kept her wrist slow, exact. Every small adjustment pulled a different sound from Milla's throat. She came the third time without trying, thighs locked around Ashley's forearm. Afterward the room felt too quiet, except for the faint click when Ashley turned the device off.