Glasses fogging as I deepthroat my toy solo

I finally slipped into my bedroom after that endless lecture, glasses still fogging from the heat of my need. My pink blouse clings to my skin as I grab the thick dildo, heart racing—I've been aching all day for something to fill me up. Kneeling on the bed, I bring it to my lips, parting them slowly, tongue swirling around the tip as a soft whimper escapes. It tastes like my own desperation, and I suck deeper, eyes fluttering behind the lenses, body trembling with the promise of more. My free hand slips down, fingers circling my clit urgently, but right now, it's this moment—the way the shaft stretches my mouth wide, making me gag just a little, needy and owned by the throb building inside. I rock my hips against nothing, imagining it's real, cumming closer with every bob of my head.