Revenge Rebound Fantasy

Kimmy storms in her room, fuming, basically breathing fire. She keeps ranting about that fight they just had, the one where he had the balls to say her skirt was too short and got jealous. Like fuck that. She doesn’t need his little lecture. She strips off her panties like it’s nothing and grabs her fat silicone dildo, the clear one with the fake balls and veins. "You know what, fuck it. If you want to trip about who’s seeing my cunt, then this buddy right here is who I’m using tonight." She stares at the toy a second, then slides it along her thigh, smirk stretching across her face. "Real talk? What if it was Matt next door – your own fuckin’ roommate, best friend or whatever? Yeah, bet he’d love knocking out my little backdoor revenge, wouldn’t he? Imagine later… he’s giving me every inch while you’re twenty feet away yelling into your mic, ears burning, never catching a clue I’m dripping next door on his buddy’s lap." She slips the toy between her soaked lips, rocks her hips down to catch the crown, drags it up over her clit. Voice still hot. "Gotta stay quiet, though. Remember we’re not supposed to… shh.” She pumps harder, bites her lower lip. "Your best friend’s stretching me out right now and you don’t even know it." She clamps the base against the mattress, drops full-body weight on the shaft, gasping, thighs shaking, voice somewhere between laughter and a moan. Revenge he’ll never touch can be so sweet when it’s wet and pounding right between her legs.