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Cency closed her eyes as she reached an arm behind to gently tug at the base of the turquoise diamond butt plug she'd stolen.
After suffering through her first ever week of midterms, she decided to gift herself a well-deserved toy. She felt optimistic about her chances of flunking her AP human geo and algebra though she had studied day and night for the entirety of the past week. Although she knew it was stupid to take a college course her freshmen year in the first place, she figured that D's still get degrees. Or at least pass.
"I'll just make up with my finals grades in the spring," she muttered to herself. Future her can worry about it. She earned the time to finally relax now.
She had gotten her new plug just today since she had strategically scoped out the order of shifts and when the shop was least active a week before finals started and she'd gone to claim her prize. Besides being a treat for getting through testing, the butt plug would also satisfy her new craving for her sexual beauty, it was a form of therapy for her, building up her body positivity. A girl has to treat herself.
The glittering plug looked nice between her thighs, as she bent over in her bed, ass in the air, and looked to her mirror. Rolling over to her side, Cency clenched her butt cheeks together and savored the feeling of fullness in her anal cavity.
She then raised her hands to her chest to squeeze her breasts and to pinch and roll her hard, dark nipples between her thumbs and pointer fingers. Next, she arched her back and reached one hand down between her thighs to rub at her clit. As she played with her nipples with one hand and she started fiddling with her phone with the other, sensually writhing on her bed and savoring the sensation of her butt plug changing positions inside her as she moved. She could feel the tension in her lower abdomen steadily building.
Finally pressing start on the audio she put on her teal skull-candy earpods and, closing her eyes, Cency imagined being exposed and vulnerable to the the smooth southern voice. Someone big with a muscular endomorph body type, cute, and redhaired. She imagined that it was him whispering into her ear all the naughty and deliciously terrible things he would do to her as he pressed the head of his cock between her pussy lips to rest it against her opening.
Now for her pussy... Cency patted around the bed for her blue dildo, which she lovingly called "little helper", but she couldn't find it. Sighing at the interruption to her fun, she dropped her ass and propped herself up with one arm, examining her bedroom for it. Not on the bed, not on the- "goddammit," she growled in frustration. It was on her desk in the far corner of her room.
She had probably taken it off from its usual spot on the corner of her bed when she washed her sheets earlier. Doing laundry before her exams always served as some sort of stress relief for her, and she loved the smell and feel of warm laundry almost as much as a warm cup of coco.
She narrowed her eyes at the dildo. Should she get it? As she continued rubbing circles on her clit, she contemplated how much it would kill her mood if she stopped pleasuring herself to fetch it.
