This Sunday morning, i woke up alone in bed, my boyfriend was out, and the house was wrapped in perfect silence. Normally, I’d take this time to relax or plan my day.

I got up and made my way to the living room, drawn to the comfort of the sofa. I settled into the cushions, letting my hands wander absentmindedly beneath my robe. Before I even realized it, I was touching myself, the sensations building until I couldn’t stop.

A rush of excitement coursed through me as I reached for my laptop. I put a cumpilation, not wanting to waste time switching videos every few minutes. From that moment, I let myself go completely, consumed by the need to indulge in pure pleasure. I gathered all my toys, laying them out on the table..

I began slowly, savoring the teasing sensation of the smaller toys, allowing them to awaken every nerve. But it wasn’t long before a deeper craving took hold, urging me to push further. My hands found the largest ones, and I surrendered to the intensity, feeling them stretch me to my limits. Yet, even that wasn’t enough. I craved more, consumed by an insatiable desire to take it all. I also want to say that the compilation I found was more than successful.

I take another toy, slipping it into my ass, letting myself feel the overwhelming fullness of double penetration. The pressure, the stretch, the sensation of being completely filled sent shivers through my entire body. My breathing grew heavier, and soon I was moaning uncontrollably, lost in a frenzy of pleasure.

With the toys still deep inside me, I leaned forward, grabbing my rolling papers and weed. I carefully rolled a joint, taking my time to perfect it, the toys pressing against me in ways that heightened the sensations. Smoking while still filled amplified everything, the high blending with the waves of pleasure crashing through me.

The hours melted away in a haze of vibrations, fullness, and euphoric highs. The Womanizer clung to me, its relentless pulsations pulling me over the edge repeatedly, until I couldn’t even count how many orgasms I’d had. By the time I finally stopped, my body felt completely spent. My legs trembled, my breath was ragged, and my ass was so sore and used that I could feel a deep, lingering ache with every slight movement. Even after removing the toys, I could feel how open and stretched I still was, a vivid reminder of how far I’d gone.

When I glanced at the clock, it was already 3 p.m. Starving and drained, I stumbled to the kitchen for a quick bite, every step reminding me of the soreness and exhaustion coursing through my body. Despite the ache, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction..