It was night, but hardly the time reserved for sleep. As her days were spent feeding and caring for the white and black inhabitants of the area around her house, employing her 1337 haxxor skillz, playing video games, writing fan fiction, and speaking to her friends, there was only so much time left for the greatest pleasure on Earth, and she intended to make use of that time.
Her hands wet and sticky, the plastic shaft she clutched vibrating against her quivering lips. Her thumb brushed over her clit, and it sent a jolt of pleasure down her spine. As she slowly inserted, and then pulled back the phallus, she began to daydream. If she had a dick in her, she didn't want it to be disembodied. So she gave it a body. A man's body, much older than herself. Not Dirk this time. Not even Jake. Someone else.
Then she gave it a face. Not a particularly detailed one. One with a well defined nose, but fairly plain featured beyond that. And wearing a fedora. She had always thought the fedora was hot. Wearing a fedora during sex seemed like the kind of thing he'd do. She brushed her thumb over her clit again, and quietly moaned. She knew it was wrong. Worse than masturbating to the thought of her friends.
Diddling oneself to a friend's parent is just not the right thing to do, even if he is way the fuck hot.
She brings her other hand up, sliding under her shirt. She left her clothes on; it was quicker. She'd shower, change and launder in the morning; for the moment, all she cared about was pleasure, and afterwards, sleep. Her hand - no, his hand, found her rather small breast and started to knead it, pinching the nipple gently.
While her hand was occupied controlling his dick, thrusting it in and out, she fantasized that his unoccupied hand would be in her hair, running through it gently, and pulling it roughly, alternatingly. She loved the pain, the gentleness, the jolt of pleasure as he thrusts in combined with the jolt of pain as he pulls.
He starts kissing her, and Roxy starts to make out with him, which to an onlooker would seem rather silly, as she seemed to be doing her best impression of a fish with her eyes closed and her cheeks bright red. Of course, there were no onlookers, as she'd locked her door, and closed the curtains before she started, to say nothing of the fact that all the carapaces adhered strict sleeping schedules, and none were awake at this hour.
She was getting closer. She thrust faster, as if he was too. Faster. Her thumb brushed her pleasure node once again; this time it was hardly on purpose, more accidental, or perhaps even instinctual. Her breathing got heavier, her heart rate increased. Her fantasy was all but forgotten in the haze of the nearing orgasm.
Her hand jerked quickly, pushing and pulling the dildo out of her vagina hurriedly, to speed up her imminent orgasm. She moaned again, making sure to keep quiet enough to not wake up the neighbors, of which there were many. Her legs wobbled. Her back arched. She held in a scream. She lazily pulled the phallus out one last time, flicking it off and shoving it under her pillow.
She clutched a wizard doll, holding it close, snuggling it even, and pretended it was him. She briefly contemplated why. She decided she didn't give a shit. Her eyes settled down, and a smile lay upon her lips as she drifted off to sleep.