Stockings torn at the thighs, the slender blonde arches her spine and drags her nails down her own belly before sliding two fingers inside. Her pussy glistens under the lamp, thighs trembling as she rides her own hand like it’s the last cock she’ll ever feel. What’s the point of waiting when her fingers can’t keep up with how wet she gets? Biting her lower lip, she switches to slow circles around her clit, then jams three back in and doesn’t stop until her wrist aches. The headboard creaks in time with her shallow thrusts, sheets bunching under her ass as she chases the edge without mercy.
