The Life Erotic - Episode 9

A woman walks into a quiet room wearing nothing but white lace panties. She pauses near the table. Her breasts are full and heavy, nipples already tight from the cool air. She turns to face the window and leans forward, pressing both palms to the glass. The sunlight slides down her back and over the curve of her ass. The fabric between her legs is thin and damp. She hooks her thumbs under the waistband and pulls the panties down slowly until they rest around her knees. Her cheeks part as she bends further, the small pink opening between them clearly visible. She slides two fingers between her thighs, parts her folds, and presses them inside. The sound is wet. She moves her hand steadily, wrist flexing, hips rocking into each thrust. Her breath fogs the glass. A bead of arousal trails down her inner thigh. She adds a third finger, stretches herself wider, and grinds against her palm until her thighs tremble. When she pulls her hand free, her fingers glisten. She brings them to her mouth, tastes herself, then returns them between her legs, rubbing circles over her swollen clit. Her body shudders. A single drop falls to the floor.