Fingers Lost Inside A Juicy Wet Pussy

Bedroom lights dim, sheets rumpled, that familiar ache building fast. Two fingers press in slow, then curl hard against her front wall. Her breath hitches, back arching off the mattress. Thighs part wider, thighs part wider, heels digging in. More pressure, more depth, each stroke drawing a whimper until her hips start chasing the rhythm. Wet sounds fill the quiet, fingers sliding in and out with a slick drag. She clenches around them, body tensing, before collapsing back with a shuddering sigh.