Blonde Rides Her Fingers On The Couch Until Soaked

Lying back on the couch with her legs kicked up high, the blonde fingers herself rough and fast, hips lifting off the cushion. Red dress bunched around her waist, thighs trembling as she grinds against her own hand—wet sounds filling the room. She pulls her fingers out glistening, sucks them clean, then shoves them back in deeper. Chest heaving, she arches her back and moans low, her free hand gripping the armrest for leverage. Her skin glistens under the lamp, sweat beading between her tits as she works herself raw. The dress clings to her thighs, soaked through where she’s been grinding nonstop. She bites her lip hard, eyes locked on the lens, fingers moving like she’s trying to split herself open—