ride dildo, sitting on the floor, look at you

I sink to the floor, knees spread wide, the cool stone pressing against my bare thighs. My gaze locks on you—hungry, unblinking—while I reach for the thick silicone shaft already slicked and waiting. I lift it, letting the tip kiss my entrance, teasing myself until my breath hitches. Then I lower—slow, deliberate—feeling every ridge stretch me open as I take it inch by inch. My hips roll forward, grinding down until my ass meets the base, the toy buried deep. I stay seated, thighs trembling, my back arches and my breasts lift toward you. My eyes never leave yours. I start to ride—small, filthy circles at first, clit rubbing the flared base, then harder bounces that slap skin on silicone. Each drop makes my lips part in a silent gasp just for you. “Watch,” I whisper, voice raw. “Watch me fuck myself on this cock while I pretend it’s you splitting me open.” I speed up, thighs burning, slick dripping down the shaft and pooling beneath me. My stare burns hotter—daring you to look away as I chase the edge, body rocking, pussy clenching, until I come with a shudder that ripples from my core to my curled toes, still staring straight into your eyes.