Amy Reid
She spread her thighs wider, settling against the cool marble. Her fingers sank into wet heat—slick folds already swollen from anticipation. She traced slow circles over her clit, the touch feather-light at first, then firmer as her hips began to rock. A low moan slipped out, sharp, involuntary. Two fingers slid in deep, curling upward to find that spot that made her breath catch. She worked them in steady strokes, thumb brushing her clit each time, slick sounds filling the quiet room. Her free hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until a sharp tug made her clench around her own hand. The pressure built fast, hot and insistent. She tipped her hips, riding her fingers harder, wetter, the edge rushing up to meet her. Her thighs trembled. A final flick sent her over—back arching, breath tearing loose as the orgasm ripped through her in long, pulsing waves.
Amy Reid
She spread her thighs wider, settling against the cool marble. Her fingers sank into wet heat—slick folds already swollen from anticipation. She traced slow circles over her clit, the touch feather-light at first, then firmer as her hips began to rock. A low moan slipped out, sharp, involuntary. Two fingers slid in deep, curling upward to find that spot that made her breath catch. She worked them in steady strokes, thumb brushing her clit each time, slick sounds filling the quiet room. Her free hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the tight nipple until a sharp tug made her clench around her own hand. The pressure built fast, hot and insistent. She tipped her hips, riding her fingers harder, wetter, the edge rushing up to meet her. Her thighs trembled. A final flick sent her over—back arching, breath tearing loose as the orgasm ripped through her in long, pulsing waves.
