Relief from pink dildo: a cheating blonde's last option

A bright pink Dildo lay on her bed. It was a bright pink strong>dildo that she sat on, and she stared at it for quite some time, trying to figure out if it was something she should use.

She was so numb that she didn't feel anything the last time she felt it.

She spent the past four days at home chain-smoking cigarettes and sleeping on a filthy mattress, while surviving on cold black coffee.

She hadn't gotten to bathe since the last day she was outside, and her mascara and black eyeliner were still dripping from her eyes.

After a colleague discovered they were having sex every lunch hour, her boss was a liar and fired her. How was she to get up in the male corporate world if she didn't do it?

She was a secretary and a failed actress who lived in Los Angeles in a rat hole.

Her boyfriend left her after she revealed that she was constantly blowing off her boss.

She didn't mind it much but felt the need to be wanted to keep her from falling off the roof of a house.

This job was all she had in the way of hope, and it was gone now.

She looked back at the pink dildo that was on the floor.

It could be her ex boyfriend thrusting his cock into her. She could also pinch her own nipples in an attempt to imitate him biting theirs.

This would be better than any sex they ever had, which is why they bought the sex toys.

The blonde-blonde woman sat down on the ground, her hair matted against her forehead and her left tit sticking out of her loose, unbuttoned shirt.

Her bush peeked out of her shirt, concealing her unwashed pussy between the legs.

She took another long drag and tossed the cigarette out onto the floor.

Her stomach grew grumbly from hunger, and her body was numb to the effects of only acidic coffee and nicotine.

There was no escape; there was no dopamine in her system. Her family disowned her and she had no friends, boyfriend, or job when she moved to LA.

Her eyes drifted to the pink dildo again.

"Some people are on antidepressants. Some people masturbate."She whispered to herself in a gravelly voice. She was fueled by dehydration, depravity, and deprivation.

She crawled onto her mattress, flopped down on it, and then she lazily reached over and grabbed the dildo beside her.

A fine layer of ash had built up from chain smoking on the pink silicon. She put a cup of warm water on top and scrubbed it with her dirty tank.

Her body was so dry that she couldn't even get wet. Although her boss had given her so much cum four days earlier, her pussy felt like it was full of cobwebs.

She had a nearly empty bottle of lubricant under her sheet.

She dumped the whole thing onto the tip of her toy, and then proceeded with lubricating it all by running her hand up and along the shaft.

She shoved the dildo into its pussy

The lube was squished out, and it dripped down to her bottom.

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She imagined her ex-boss pushing her into the ground; he was a complete scumbag, but he had a huge dick.

She sat down on her palm, her fingers on her clitoris and her fingertips on the base. She rubbed her hands together as she moved the toy in and out.

She reached for her tits with her free hand and grabbed one.

She pressed her flesh with her nails, desperate to feel something. As she searched desperately for erotic inspiration, she rubbed her clit gently and sensually.

She was reminded of the lesbian sex that she had before her boss at the retreat.

Three gorgeous Hollywood porn stars crawling around the five-star hotel room, their eyes on her cock and her pussy.

I have vivid memories of seeing his powerful cock get sucked by a woman with big tits, a plastic a** and beautiful lips. His pussy wasn't as erotic as she thought it was.

She began to think about the Latino pool boys with whom she had sex while at Hills work events.

Memories of love

She recalled fondly the memories of muscular young men with large cocks who used to hold her breasts and forcefully grab her small back as they penetrated her wet pussy.

They worked. As the dopamine was pushed through her skull, her pussy awoke slightly.

As she pushed the toy deeper into her body, she began to moan in delight.

Her nipples were perfectly straight and her clit was full of pleasure.

As she thought of the pool boy, her legs began to flex and her vaginal walls were beginning to contract. He bent her over the counter at the pool bar and pushed several champagne glasses to the ground, breaking them.

She screamed as she pushed the toy deeper into her, and all her muscles were free to release and she began pulsating with orgasm.

She felt normal and good after the endorphins flooded her brain.

She let her hands drop to her side, but the bright pink sex toys remained in her pussy. They began to slide out of her bed the more she stayed there.

The orgasmic high she felt was gone as quickly as she came.

She felt more depressed than she did before masturbating and lay on her filthy bed crying for the remainder of the day.