Jessie hit the floor of the daycare playroom with a soft thud, her red yarn hair spilling across the mat. The place was empty for once, the kids gone home, the other toys scattered and quiet. She pushed up on her elbows, boots planted, and grinned at the empty space around her. "Finally some goddamn peace," she muttered, already feeling that familiar heat building low in her belly.
She tugged her vest open, fingers working the snaps quick and rough. Her plaid shirt followed, baring the smooth plastic curves of her chest. No bra on a doll like her, just those perky tits standing proud, nipples hard little nubs from the cool air. Jessie shoved her skirt up and yanked her panties down her thighs, kicking them off one boot at a time. Her pussy was already slick, the painted-on details of her toy body somehow feeling real and needy as hell.
She dropped onto her back, spread her legs wide, and slid two fingers straight into her wet cunt. "Fuck yes," she hissed, pumping hard from the first stroke. No teasing tonight. She curled her fingers, thumb grinding on her clit, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, her juices coating her hand and dripping down her ass.
Jessie added a third finger, stretching herself open, fucking her own hole with short, dirty strokes. Her free hand pinched a nipple, twisting until the plastic gave just enough to send sparks straight to her core. "That's it, ride it, girl," she growled to herself, voice low and rough. She pictured a strong pair of hands holding her down, a thick cock replacing her fingers, pounding her until her legs shook.
Her orgasm hit fast and mean. Jessie arched clean off the floor, thighs clamping around her wrist as she came hard, pussy clenching and squirting a little onto the mat. She didn't stop. She kept rubbing, dragging it out, moaning through clenched teeth while the aftershocks rolled through her.
When she finally pulled her fingers free they were shiny and dripping. Jessie licked them clean, tasting herself, then rolled onto her stomach. She reached back, spread her ass cheeks, and worked one slick finger into her tight hole. "Deeper," she demanded, voice muffled against her arm. She fingered her ass while her other hand went back to her pussy, two fingers sliding in easy now.
The double penetration had her grinding against the floor, nipples dragging on the rough mat. She added another finger to her ass, stretching it open, imagining getting fucked from both ends at once. Her hips rolled in a filthy rhythm, chasing the next orgasm like she was riding a bucking bull that refused to quit.
Jessie came again with a sharp cry, ass and pussy pulsing around her fingers. She stayed there panting, fingers still buried, letting the waves fade slow. When she finally pulled out she wiped her hands on her discarded shirt and sat up, grinning.
"Round two," she said to the empty room, already reaching for the nearest toy that looked promising.
The night was young, and Jessie had plenty of energy left to burn.
