FINAL ECSTASY

Alexis T. torments. The sweetness of it pins us to the screen. She opens slow, touching herself with that knowing little smile, then peels her panties down and spreads wider. The toy hums against slick folds. Two fingers curl in after it, urgent now, working deep while her hips chase the rhythm. Pleasure cracks through her like current. Legs tremble, stomach tightens, breath shatters. She comes hard, shaking around the plastic, a single broken sound escaping her throat. We still feel the heat of it.