Dripping Wet 3

In the hush of twilight, she reclines on silk sheets, her fingers tracing lazy circles over the swell of her breasts. Nipples harden under her touch, begging for more. She parts her thighs, the air cool against her warming skin. One hand drifts downward, slipping between slick folds already aching with need. She teases her clit, slow at first, building that sweet friction. Breath quickens. Fingers plunge deeper, curling just right to hit that hidden spot. Hips buck. She imagines a lover's mouth there, hot and insistent, but tonight it's all her—raw, unfiltered desire. Moans escape, low and throaty. Faster now, relentless. Climax crashes like a wave, body arching, toes curling. She rides it out, spent and glowing in the aftershocks.