Back home to the Croft Mansion

Lara sighed from frustration as she laid naked in her bed, a large dildo still placed inside her nowadays ever-moist vagina.
She had brought herself to orgasm for the fifth consecutive time, and she still wasn't satisfied! None of her toys could get the job done properly.
She had been back home for three days now, and had used them well: she had extensively expanded her wardrobe, she had **** poor old Devon to get used to her walking around naked or in diverse revealing outfits, and she had begun excercising in the nude, her mind still clear enough to recognize that her enraged sex-drive would increase the risk of her finding herself naked while on quests.
And through all this, she had felt her loins burn with an aching desire for sex, she longed for a cock to fill her up, she needed to feel the taste of cum again.
What in heavens name was a poor girl to do?