Scene Description:
I rolled into Sacramento for a signing and checked into the hotel way too late, stomach growling with nothing open. Starving, I slipped into the dark kitchen hoping for scraps, but it was just ice trays and water. Fuck it—if my mouth couldn't get fed, my aching, dripping cunt sure as hell could. I climbed onto the counter, hiked up my skirt, and slammed my thick BurningAngel dildo deep inside me, fucking myself hard and loud while the cold marble bit into my ass. Legs spread wide, I soaked the toy and made a mess, then rinsed my filthy feet in the sink, water splashing over my toes as I kept riding that cock. Turns out an empty kitchen was good for something after all.
