She’s wearing a sheer black lace teddy that clings loosely around her heavy breasts, her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric. Lying on her back on the bed, legs spread wide, knees bent high. One hand grips a thick black dildo, slowly sliding it all the way in and pulling it out again, each thrust producing wet, sucking sounds. Her other hand presses two fingers hard against her clit, rubbing fast in tight circles. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent moan—suddenly her whole body jerks, legs trembling and straightening out. A long, drawn-out “Aaaahhh…” escapes as she squirts hard, thin streams splashing across the bedsheets, soaking her stomach and dripping down her thighs.
A red silk robe hangs loosely tied at the waist, the front completely open—her full breasts hanging naturally, swaying with every movement. She’s perched backward on the bathroom counter, one leg hooked up on the sink edge. In her hand, a glossy pink vibrator—coated in lube, she first teases it over her swollen clit, then slowly pushes it inside. Eyes locked on her own reflection in the mirror, watching every expression on her face. The moment she turns it on, her lips start quivering. Suddenly her hips buck rapidly, fucking herself with the vibe while her fingers furiously circle her clit. Her body goes rigid—a loud splash echoes as she squirts powerfully, liquid hitting the mirror and streaming down in rivulets.
