Fingers slip between slick folds as she arches her back against the wall, hips rolling in slow circles. Thick thighs part just enough to let the carpet show through, wet and glistening under the dim light. Her free hand kneads one heavy tit, fingers digging into soft flesh while she whimpers low and bites her lip. What kind of object is she using to push herself over the edge? The carpet bunches under her ass as she grinds down, her belly tensing with every shallow thrust of her wrist. Breath comes in short gasps now, her spine curving as she chases the edge.
