Big plugs make my ass happy

You find her already stretched around something thick and unforgiving, the base flush against her skin like it belongs there. Her back arches just enough to show you she's not tolerating it — she's savoring every millimeter.

The plug isn't subtle. Neither is her reaction. Fingers grip the sheets while her body adjusts, opening around the pressure in slow, deliberate waves that you can almost feel just from watching.

She's done this before. You can tell by the ease of it, the quiet confidence in how she holds the stretch — not enduring, but collecting the sensation like something she's earned.