Warm water lapped at her hips, a liquid embrace that had long since lost its initial comfort, replaced now by a burning, restless heat. Her fingers, slick with bathwater and something else, guided the smooth, black silicone. Nine inches of rigid pleasure, a stark contrast to the yielding flesh it now plunged into. A low groan rumbled in her chest, vibrating through the porcelain tub. The dildo, a thick, insistent presence, filled her, stretched her, pressing against her cervix with each deliberate stroke. Her hips bucked, a slow, sensual rhythm building, mirroring the pulse throbbing between her legs.
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