Playmate Review - Episode 3

She had the kind of body that made men slow down on the highway. Stretched out on white hotel sheets, skin catching the late afternoon light like something expensive. Her breasts sat high and firm, nipples tightening in the air-conditioned chill. Between her thighs, a smooth, bare cleft glistened where she had touched herself moments before. She parted her legs wider, knees falling open, the pink inside her folds catching the light. Her fingers traced lazy circles over her clit, slow at first, then faster, hips lifting off the bed with each stroke. Her mouth fell open. A small moan escaped. When she pushed two fingers inside herself, the wet sound filled the room. She fucked herself with deliberate rhythm, thumb still working her clit, breath turning ragged. Her free hand cupped one breast, squeezing until the nipple stood dark and stiff. She came hard, thighs trembling, cunt pulsing around her fingers, a flush spreading across her chest and neck. Afterward she lay still, legs slack, fingers resting against the wet heat between them, a satisfied half-smile on her lips.