Brunette On Couch Gags On Her Own Fingers Hard

Reclining on a beige couch with one knee bent and the other leg dangling off, the brown-haired girl works her fingers in slow circles before shoving them all the way in. Her other hand grips the cushion as her back arches, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Switching to her tongue, she laps at her own fingers with messy, wet strokes, eyes locked on the lens. A potted plant sits forgotten in the corner as her hips twitch against the fabric. She pulls them out with a wet pop, then slides them back in deeper, her wrist bending just right.