Playboy Muses - Episode 2

She steps through the doorway with a slow, deliberate gait, the silk of her robe catching light in liquid folds. Her skin still carries the heat from the shower, faint pink across her breasts and collarbone. The robe parts just enough to reveal the shadowed cleft between her thighs. She unties the sash. It falls to the floor. Her nipples tighten at the sudden air. She slides onto the bed on her hands and knees, back arching, ass lifted, the curve of her spine leading the eye down to the swell of each cheek. She reaches between her legs and parts her folds with two fingers, the inner lips glistening, slick already. A soft breath leaves her as she presses the pads of those fingers against her clit, rubbing slow circles until her hips begin a lazy roll. She keeps her ass raised, thighs spread wide, pussy exposed and open, and watches her own hand work. The sound is wet, rhythmic, deliberate. Every stroke makes her cunt clench visibly, a faint twitch of muscle and slick. She dips two fingers inside herself, pulls them out coated, spreads the wetness up over her clit again. Her breathing deepens. Her thighs tremble. She adds a third finger, stretching herself, fucking slowly at first, then faster, the wet sound growing louder, her knuckles glistening. She shifts one hand beneath her, palm flat against the sheet, back still arched, ass high, and fucks herself harder, wrist twisting, thumb grinding against her clit on every thrust. Her cunt grips her fingers visibly, pulsing. A flush spreads down her chest. Sweat beads along the dip of her spine. She moans low, guttural, hips bucking into her own hand. She stops just before she comes, pulls her fingers free, strings of wetness connecting them to her swollen cunt. She licks them clean, slow, deliberate, then lowers her face to the pillow, reaches back again with both hands and spreads herself open wide, holding the pose, cunt and asshole exposed, glistening, waiting.