This dressing room was meant for trying on clothes, but I had something way filthier in mind. I start slow, slipping out of my outfit piece by piece, teasing you with every reveal. My hands roam, my voice drops into a needy whisper, and before long, I’m bent over the little bench, spreading for my thick, ridged monster toy. I moan, tell you exactly how good it feels, how deep I want it, until I’m shaking, dripping, and completely used. Think you can handle watching me come undone?