Claire Violette Circles Her Clit

Short haired Claire Violette fingers her dark, unruly bush with two knuckles deep. She works her hand in a slow grind, the lips parting wet around her fingers. A quick pull back, then she sinks in again, chasing the friction she wants. She lies on crumpled sheets, legs open wide. Her hips tilt. A breath catches in her throat when the heel of her hand presses hard against her clit. Her nipples tighten. She keeps going, no rush, just steady drive, until the muscles in her stomach draw tight and she tips over, breath stuttering out, legs trembling at the crest.