A not so soft toy, perfect for breaking me inside 🧸 ❤️‍🔥

I'm kind of too old to play with these stuffed animals, but you always bring me more and more. There are so many of them that they're all over my room. The shelves are full, some of them fall on the floor and, even though I'm a big girl, I'm not tall enough to put them back where they belong. You complain about how messy my room is every time you come here and I blame you for not recognizing me as a big girl. It may seem like I'm the age of a child, but shut up, because that's just how it seems. You know that.
I turn eighteen today and I could take that baby pink desk chair and put it next to the bookshelf, take the stuffed animals and put them back where they belong.
But I'm afraid I'll get too melancholy if I put things in their rightful place when I'm not even in mine. You've kept me here for as long as I can remember. The windows don't show anything that I don't see every day, after all, it's not really outside, it's just a concrete wall with a sheet of paper nailed to it.
A sheet of paper showing a sunny sky, a road with a few cars, a sidewalk, an ice cream cart. Is a neighborhood, a cluster of houses, each with doors and windows, just like this house... The ironic difference between the paper and here is that there is no one on the paper. No people or even animals. I don't know if I'm going crazy, but is it really true that there is no one on the other side? Are you so good or are you just so good at showing your best side to the point that you make me doubt all my voices that point to the reason for the existence of a window, but of a sheet of paper and concrete? But how can I think that there are others, if I don't remember anyone other than you? Why do I think, if I've never seen or heard another voice other than mine and yours?
I lie down on the bed full of stuffed animals and position a certain toy that is not as soft as the others and has a shape that pleases my pussy. I press and release the pressure. I wish my life were that easy. Get on top of it and then, stick my butt out and then, get on top of it again, and repeat over and over again.
Ah, that's so good.
What a relief. I want more. I want your voice, I want to see you because, if I am right, we can create a third voice.
Will I have more pleasure with your toy? I believe it's not soft at all, in fact, it must be getting harder and harder as you watch me on camera... It must be the right shape to break me inside.