
Abigail lies there bare, skin flushed where the light hits. Her nipples stiffen the moment air touches them. One hand slides between her thighs, fingers parting slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. She circles her clit, then dips lower, two fingers sliding in deep. Her hips lift. She fucks herself with steady rhythm, breath catching each time her knuckles press against her. A soft moan escapes when she curls her fingers just right. She watches herself in the mirror across the room, legs spread wider, pace quickening. Her other hand pinches a nipple, rolls it until her back arches. Sweat beads at her collarbone. The wet sound of her fingers fills the room. She doesn't stop until her thighs shake and she comes hard, biting her lip, eyes half-lidded, still pulsing around her own hand.
Abigail lies there bare, skin flushed where the light hits. Her nipples stiffen the moment air touches them. One hand slides between her thighs, fingers parting slick folds with slow, deliberate strokes. She circles her clit, then dips lower, two fingers sliding in deep. Her hips lift. She fucks herself with steady rhythm, breath catching each time her knuckles press against her. A soft moan escapes when she curls her fingers just right. She watches herself in the mirror across the room, legs spread wider, pace quickening. Her other hand pinches a nipple, rolls it until her back arches. Sweat beads at her collarbone. The wet sound of her fingers fills the room. She doesn't stop until her thighs shake and she comes hard, biting her lip, eyes half-lidded, still pulsing around her own hand.