Playboy Centerfolds - Episode 11

She sits on the velvet chair with her knees parted just enough. The black silk robe slips from one shoulder, exposing the curve of her breast where the nipple stands tight against the cool air. Her hand rests between her thighs, two fingers pressed to the thin strip of fabric covering her cunt. A slow circle. The lace darkens. Her lips part. A quiet sound leaves her throat when she presses harder, feeling the damp heat gather and spread. She leans back, legs opening wider. The robe falls away completely. Her skin gleams under the low light, breasts rising with each breath, belly trembling as her fingers work the soaked lace aside. She touches herself bare now. Two fingers slide between swollen folds, stroking the slick inner heat, teasing the tight entrance before sinking in slow and deep. She watches the camera like she’s daring it to look away. Her thumb finds her clit and presses. A pulse runs through her. She fucks herself with measured strokes, hips lifting to meet each thrust of her hand. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Her thighs quiver. She adds a third finger, stretching herself wider, fucking harder now, knuckles glistening with her own arousal. Sweat beads at her throat. Her nipples ache. She bites her lower lip until it shines. She comes with a sharp cry, back arching, cunt gripping her fingers in rhythmic pulses. Her legs shake. She keeps stroking through it, dragging every last tremor from her body until she slumps, fingers still buried inside herself, breathing ragged, lips curved in a satisfied half-smile.