I was wearing only a black blouse, soft against my skin. I took my time, letting the fabric slide a little, as if it were a silent invitation. I grabbed my toy—the one that knows exactly where to hit me, that forces me to pay attention to every sensation. The dildo vibrates deeply, the suction cup dances on my skin, creating waves I can't control. I turned it on. I let the buzz fill the room, invading every corner of my body. I didn't need to force anything. Each vibration took me deeper, pulling me like an invisible thread I'd chosen to follow. My body arched without warning, my fingers gripping the fabric of my blouse as if it were my only anchor. I knew where I was, I knew what I wanted—and I let my pleasure guide the way. The first orgasm came fast, intense, a silent explosion only I heard. But I didn't stop. I kept going, surrendering every inch of me to that sensation that overwhelmed me. The suction cup increased the pressure, the dildo vibrated deeper. And the second came—stronger, more urgent, a declaration of who really rules here. I smiled, knowing I control this game. I recorded everything. Every second, every sigh, every tremor. Now, the one holding this secret in your hands… is you. #pussy