Sofi Goldfinger

Sofi Goldfinger glides down the stairs already wet. Her nipples tighten against the thin fabric. She sits on the top step, parts her thighs and pulls her panties aside. Her fingers find slick heat. She circles her clit, slow and deliberate, then pushes two fingers inside. The sound is obscene, wet, steady. She leans back, brings one hand around, and presses a fingertip against her ass. It slips in, tight and burning. She works both holes now, hips rolling, breath catching. Her small breasts rise with every stroke. Moans slip out of her, raw and low. She fucks herself harder, knuckles glistening, chasing the rush that builds low in her belly.