Lia
A Lucky Dildo In A Greedy Pussy 🍆
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The heavy storm continues relentlessly, uneven beat against the glass. I leaned back from my desk, rubbing my eyes. The structural schematics for the Riverside Project blurred into a mess of gray lines.
I pushed my chair back. The wheels groaned over the hardwood. My muscles felt like coiled springs. Working at the same architectural firm as Lia meant our lives were an endless loop of deadlines and blueprints. She was usually the one pushing me, her direct, no-nonsense attitude acting as a catalyst for my own productivity. Tonight, the apartment felt heavy with her presence, though she’d been tucked away for hours.
I stepped into the hallway. The air felt thick, humid. A rhythmic sound cut through the low rumble of the storm—a wet, frantic thudding. It came from the bathroom.
No answer. Only that sound. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The door stood ajar, a sliver of yellow light cutting across the dark hallway. I moved toward it, my heart hammering against my ribs. I meant to check on her. I meant to be the responsible roommate. But when I pushed the door open another inch, the words died in my throat.
Lia wasn't just in the shower. She was arched over doing something, her voluptuous frame trembling. Her auburn hair hung in damp, tangled clumps. She was naked, her skin flushed a deep, bruising red.
She held a massive, silicone dildo—a thick, vein-mottled beast of a toy, dark purple and glistening with a thick coat of lubricant. She wasn't just using it; she was attacking herself with it. Her hand moved in a blur, driving the flared head deep into her crotch. I look on as she uses the dildo deep in her greedy cunt, this is something I've never expected from her so what will I do next
Damn it,I muttered, the silence of the room amplifying my voice.
I'm not finishing this tonight.
I pushed my chair back. The wheels groaned over the hardwood. My muscles felt like coiled springs. Working at the same architectural firm as Lia meant our lives were an endless loop of deadlines and blueprints. She was usually the one pushing me, her direct, no-nonsense attitude acting as a catalyst for my own productivity. Tonight, the apartment felt heavy with her presence, though she’d been tucked away for hours.
I stepped into the hallway. The air felt thick, humid. A rhythmic sound cut through the low rumble of the storm—a wet, frantic thudding. It came from the bathroom.
Lia?I called out, my voice low.
You okay in there? Power’s acting up.
No answer. Only that sound. Schlick. Schlick. Schlick.
The door stood ajar, a sliver of yellow light cutting across the dark hallway. I moved toward it, my heart hammering against my ribs. I meant to check on her. I meant to be the responsible roommate. But when I pushed the door open another inch, the words died in my throat.
Lia wasn't just in the shower. She was arched over doing something, her voluptuous frame trembling. Her auburn hair hung in damp, tangled clumps. She was naked, her skin flushed a deep, bruising red.
Oh god,she whimpered, her voice a raw friction of vocal cords.
Faster. Come on.
She held a massive, silicone dildo—a thick, vein-mottled beast of a toy, dark purple and glistening with a thick coat of lubricant. She wasn't just using it; she was attacking herself with it. Her hand moved in a blur, driving the flared head deep into her crotch. I look on as she uses the dildo deep in her greedy cunt, this is something I've never expected from her so what will I do next