Playmate Profiles - Episode 11

Lindsay Wagner knows exactly what she does to a man. She sits back on the hotel bed, legs parted just enough to show she's wearing nothing under that silk robe. Her nipples press against the thin fabric. Dark hair spills over one shoulder as she lets the robe slip off, baring small, firm breasts and a waist that curves into hips made for gripping. She spreads wider. The lips between her thighs are already slick, swollen. She drags two fingers through that wet heat, circling her clit slow, deliberate. Her other hand squeezes her breast, thumb flicking the stiff peak. A low sound escapes her throat when she pushes those fingers inside, knuckles glistening as she fucks herself deeper. Her hips roll to meet each thrust. She doesn't rush. She wants you to watch how her cunt takes her fingers, how her thighs start to tremble. When her breath hitches, she adds a third finger and fucks harder, thumb grinding against her clit until she comes with a sharp cry, pussy clenching, cream coating her hand. She pulls her fingers free, holds them up, lets you see the shine before she licks them clean.