Playboy Muses - Episode 6

Her hips circle slowly against the velvet chaise, thighs parted just enough for the lamplight to catch every slick fold between them. She arches, back bowed, breasts rising and falling with each deliberate breath. One hand drifts down, fingers parting wet skin, stroking the swollen nub until her breath hitches. She slides two fingers inside, knuckles glistening, pumping in a lazy rhythm that builds without hurry. Her other hand squeezes a breast, thumb flicking the stiff nipple, rolling it until she bites her lip and whimpers. Her pace quickens. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. She curls those fingers, presses deeper, and a sharp moan breaks from her throat as her thighs begin to tremble. The orgasm ripples through her, thighs clenching, cunt pulsing around her fingers, toes curling hard against the silk. She stays open, breathing hard, still stroking through the aftershocks, letting the camera drink it in.