

She sits on the bed with her knees spread wide, fingers working between her thighs in steady circles. Her clit stands swollen, slick with spit and her own juices. Two fingers slide inside her without resistance. They pump in a measured rhythm, knuckles glistening each time they withdraw. She arches, breath catching, breasts rising. The damp sound of skin against skin fills the quiet room. Her nipples tighten to dark peaks. She presses harder, thumb grinding over that tight bud of flesh as her cunt grips down. Sweat gathers at her hairline. Her free hand cups one breast, squeezes, twists the nipple until her hips buck. The orgasm builds low in her belly, coiling tighter with each thrust. When it breaks she gasps, thighs trembling, fingers buried deep as the spasms roll through her.

She sits on the bed with her knees spread wide, fingers working between her thighs in steady circles. Her clit stands swollen, slick with spit and her own juices. Two fingers slide inside her without resistance. They pump in a measured rhythm, knuckles glistening each time they withdraw. She arches, breath catching, breasts rising. The damp sound of skin against skin fills the quiet room. Her nipples tighten to dark peaks. She presses harder, thumb grinding over that tight bud of flesh as her cunt grips down. Sweat gathers at her hairline. Her free hand cups one breast, squeezes, twists the nipple until her hips buck. The orgasm builds low in her belly, coiling tighter with each thrust. When it breaks she gasps, thighs trembling, fingers buried deep as the spasms roll through her.