Nadia

Nadia’s had enough of paperwork. She kills the lights, hikes her skirt, and settles her ass onto the crystal palace until the suction grips her. Fishnet stockings stretch tight across her thighs, heels locked in the carpet. She flicks the Hitachi on low, presses it between her legs, and the first wave hits her deep. She rocks back, takes the thick head of the snake next, lets it work past the tight ring and slide all the way in. Her breathing turns ragged. The monster waits on the side table, already slick. She lines up, sinks down fast, hips jerking as the machine slams into her. The rhythm never slows. Each thrust knocks a soft curse out of her. Sweat beads between her shoulder blades. She shifts again, taking the rocker at full stroke, the Hitachi buzzing harder now, clit trapped under its padded head. The burn spreads, raw and sweet. She grinds down until her legs shake. When the hour’s up, she cuts the power, eases herself off each toy, straightens her skirt, gathers the briefs. The fishnets stay on under the suit. She walks out like nothing happened, ready for court tomorrow.