The taste of victory was sweet on Beatrice's lips. She had found her ultimate dick, and no one would ever know.
Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she made her way back to her infirmary office.
Her mind was still reeling from the intense session with Elion. She couldn't believe how good he felt inside her, how perfectly his cock fit her needy pussy.
As she unlocked the door and stepped inside, she noticed the vibrator she'd used earlier still lying on the floor where she'd tossed it.
A smirk played on her lips as she picked it up, running her fingers over the fake cockhead.
Maybe I'll have some fun with this again later, she thought with a chuckle. But for now, she was content to bask in the afterglow of her tryst with Elion.
She hung up her skirt and blouse, carefully tucking away her disheveled appearance. As she changed into fresh clothes, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and paused.
