Road Queen #14 - Scene 4

She leaned back against silk sheets, legs spread wide, and slid two fingers inside herself. Each thrust made a wet sound that filled the quiet room. Her hips rolled with every stroke, chasing friction at just the right angle, breath ragged but still soft. Sweat cooled across her breasts, nipples stiff against the air as she pressed the heel of her palm hard to her clit. The wet heat tightened around her hand, quick pulses building into one long rush that pulled a low moan from her throat. She kept moving until the tremors slowed, then drew her fingers free, the skin slick and shining. She closed her eyes, let her heart settle, the memory of release still vibrating under her skin.