She’d always loved her teddy bear. She loved the touch of his hard button nose.

She stripped off her panties and straddled his face. Yes, Teddy was always there for her. She pressed down harder, riding his face.

He wore the stains of a thousand nights just like this.

Her mother thought it silly to have a teddy bear at eighteen years of age, but nobody knew just what Teddy did for her.

“Oh, fuck, Teddy,” she groaned, biting her lip as Teddy’s button nose pressed against her clit, convulsing as she came all over Teddy’s face. Again.