Jazmin's Touch - Episode 12

Now she turns the attention to herself. Jazmin’s hand slides between her thighs. Two fingers sink straight into her wet heat, and she works them in slow, steady thrusts. Her thumb presses on her clit in tight circles. She finds her rhythm fast, hips rolling to meet every stroke. The wet sound of her fingers fills the room. She curls them just right, hitting that spot that makes her thighs tremble. Her other hand cups her breast, thumb flicking across the stiff nipple. Breath hitches. She adds a third finger, stretching herself open, the burn sharp and sweet. She fucks herself harder, chasing that tight pull low in her belly. Every muscle coils. Her moans grow loud, ragged, spilling out without shame. She grinds down on her own hand, riding the edge until it breaks. Her cunt clamps down hard. Pleasure rips through her in deep waves. She keeps her fingers buried deep until the aftershocks fade, then slips them out, slick and shining.