She has a toy she wants to show you.

"I want you in me," Fiona says. "I want to get on my hands and knees, and I want you to come up behind me and give me a nice, long fuck."

You look down at your cock, which is still limp from her thorough attentions. "I think I'm going to need a few minutes."

"Hmm." She regards your limp cock for a moment, then gets up and crosses the room to her luggage. After a little rummaging, she pulls out an item and displays it, wiggling it a little. It appears to be a clean, smooth, white dildo.

"Usually, guys get turned off by my, uh ... condition," she tells you. "It gets a little lonely. A girl has to do something to relieve the tension, right? So I usually have this around."

She comes over to you and holds out her toy. "What do you think? You want to do the honors?"

You accept it from her. "I'd love to."

She grins, eagerly, then turns around and climbs up on the bed. She crouches on her hands and knees, facing away from you, and wiggles her round ass at you. The slit of her pussy is clearly visible, and waiting for you.

You take another look at the dildo. It's about ten inches long, and is tapered and rounded at both ends, but has no other marks or features. The surface flexes slightly under your fingers, as if it's filled with some thick gel, with some solid core inside to keep it straight. It's slick to the touch, and probably cleans quite easily.

"Go ahead," Fiona urges.

You put one hand on her ass, and use the other hand to maneuver one end of the dildo to Fiona's cunt. You feel around a bit, looking for the best angle of entry, and she growls with happy anticipation.

"You're very wet," you observe, and she is, which you find both arousing and surprising.

"Mmm hmmm. I don't have a pulse, but my pussy still gets wet. I don't get it, either. Not that I'm complaining..."

You take a firmer grip on the dildo and start to ease it into her. There's some slight resistance at first, but then the rest of the length goes in smoothly, passing inch by inch into her tight cunt. She buries her face in the blankets and gives a long groan, rising and falling in pitch as her toy enters her body, finally trailing off when you have most of it inside her. You might be able to push it in further, but you need to keep a couple of inches to hold onto.

"I'd still rather have you in me," she says, her voice a bit husky, "but that's not bad."

You start to draw the dildo in and out of her in long, slow strokes. She doesn't gasp, or sigh, or pant, once again reminding you that Fiona doesn't need to breathe. She does moan, though, and murmur, and whisper, and the swaying of her hips is as pretty a show as you would get from any normal living woman.