Claudia Valentine sits idle in her empty house. Her fingers soon drift between her thighs. She parts her legs and traces slow circles over the slick folds of her pussy, spreading the wetness until it coats her fingertips. A low breath slips out. She reaches for the thick dildo waiting on the cushion and brings the rounded head to her entrance, pressing until it slides inside. Her hips lift to meet each thrust. Eyes half-closed, she pictures hands that are not hers gripping her hips, a mouth sucking at her throat, a stranger pushing deeper while she spreads wider on the same couch. Every stroke pushes the thought further. She moans, quickens her pace, and lets the daydream carry her wherever it wants to go.
Claudia Valentine sits idle in her empty house. Her fingers soon drift between her thighs. She parts her legs and traces slow circles over the slick folds of her pussy, spreading the wetness until it coats her fingertips. A low breath slips out. She reaches for the thick dildo waiting on the cushion and brings the rounded head to her entrance, pressing until it slides inside. Her hips lift to meet each thrust. Eyes half-closed, she pictures hands that are not hers gripping her hips, a mouth sucking at her throat, a stranger pushing deeper while she spreads wider on the same couch. Every stroke pushes the thought further. She moans, quickens her pace, and lets the daydream carry her wherever it wants to go.