Nikki Waine

Nikki Waine settles onto the carpet, legs already open. Her hands move slow at first, palms gliding over her ribs, her belly, then up to the swell of her breasts. She takes her time peeling off each layer, fabric sliding away until those bare, natural tits meet the light. When she spreads her thighs wider, her fingers find her slit, already slick. The fantasy tightens behind her eyes and her hips start to rock. She reaches for the vibrator, presses it against her clit, and the low buzz fills the quiet space. Her moans grow sharp as she drags the toy in tight circles, each pulse pushing her closer to the edge.