Amy Anderssen
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Amy leans back against the headboard, her heavy breasts rising with each breath. She cups one and offers it up, dark nipple already tight. A slow grin curves her lips as she watches her companion’s gaze settle between her thighs. She parts her legs a little more. The room is quiet except for the sound of fabric sliding over skin. She brings two fingers to her mouth, wets them, then slips them down between her folds, circling once before pressing in. Her hips lift, a small roll that deepens the stroke. A soft, throaty sound escapes her. She draws the fingers out glistening and reaches forward, smearing the wetness across her nipple. The contrast of cool air and warm slickness makes her shiver. She repeats the motion, slower this time, letting the man see every wet glide and every small catch of breath. Her free hand stays busy between her legs, two fingers buried to the second knuckle, moving in a steady rhythm that matches the faint rock of her hips. When she finally opens her eyes again they’re darker, pupils blown wide. She slides the fingers free and holds them out, an unspoken invitation.
Amy Anderssen
Amy leans back against the headboard, her heavy breasts rising with each breath. She cups one and offers it up, dark nipple already tight. A slow grin curves her lips as she watches her companion’s gaze settle between her thighs. She parts her legs a little more. The room is quiet except for the sound of fabric sliding over skin. She brings two fingers to her mouth, wets them, then slips them down between her folds, circling once before pressing in. Her hips lift, a small roll that deepens the stroke. A soft, throaty sound escapes her. She draws the fingers out glistening and reaches forward, smearing the wetness across her nipple. The contrast of cool air and warm slickness makes her shiver. She repeats the motion, slower this time, letting the man see every wet glide and every small catch of breath. Her free hand stays busy between her legs, two fingers buried to the second knuckle, moving in a steady rhythm that matches the faint rock of her hips. When she finally opens her eyes again they’re darker, pupils blown wide. She slides the fingers free and holds them out, an unspoken invitation.
