Black Lace & Busy Fingering

A strange bed. A soft hotel pillow. And me - alone, late at night, in sinfully beautiful, black lace underwear. I had planned a cosy evening: a film, a book, a glass of wine... but none of it works the way I want it to. The remote control doesn't respond, the screen stays black - my book lies bored on the bedside table after page 5.

Well... I'll just have to entertain myself. ?

I slide deeper into bed and let my fingering glide over my cleavage. My bra made of delicate lace leaves little to the imagination - my breasts bulge underneath, my nipples hard, my skin hot. I slowly stroke my stomach, my legs slightly open as I look straight into the camera. I know what you're imagining now. And that's exactly what happens.

My hand glides over my panties - black, transparent, so tight that you can already see how wet I am. I play with myself through the fabric, rubbing myself gently, again and again, while my other hand slowly pushes the bra aside and caresses my nipples. I moan softly. The whole room is filled with my lust, my breath, my play.

Then I pull the panties aside. Slowly. And you get the view you've been longing for: my smooth, shiny pussy - hot, ready, dripping wet. I caress my lips, feel my way in, slide between them... and immediately find my sensitive spot. I rub my clitoris in small, addictive circles. Slowly, then faster. My hips move with it, my legs tense up.

I forget about the television. I just want to feel. My body trembles, my fingering is deep inside me, my lust rises like a wave, hot and unstoppable. And then comes the finale: my orgasm rolls over me - loud, uncensored, real. My thighs tremble, my breasts heave quickly, my mouth is open in ecstasy.??