Girls of MetArt - Episode 8

She stretches out across the bed, the soft light sliding over her curves. One leg bends, the other lies loose, and her fingers trace lazy circles across her stomach. A faint smile touches her mouth. Her nipples harden as she cups her breasts, thumbs brushing slow over the tips. Her knees fall open. She slips a hand between her thighs and finds herself already wet. Two fingers slide in easy, then three, working in a steady rhythm while her free hand stays busy on her breast. Her hips roll up to meet each thrust. When she comes, the sound tears from her throat raw and honest, and her fingers keep moving until every last tremor fades.