Pin-Up Girls #01

Ashlyn's getting overexcited. She sees pretty ladies in lingerie at every turn and heat rushes straight between her thighs. Now she's alone in her room, hand sliding under her skirt. Her mind lands on Rayveness in black lace, the way the fabric sits tight against full curves, nipples dark and hard against the bra. Ashlyn presses harder, hips pushing into her fingers. She imagines Rayveness stretched out on silk sheets, legs parted just enough for a peek at the sheer panel hiding nothing. The camera doesn't flinch; Rayveness touches herself slowly, tracing circles over the lace before pulling it aside. Ashlyn moans softly, her own wetness coating her fingers. She watches Rayveness slide two fingers deep inside, slow and steady, lips parted in a silent gasp. The sight hits Ashlyn low and hot. Her wrist twists, rhythm quickening as she rides her own hand to the fantasy, breath catching every time Rayveness rolls her hips and rides those fingers harder.