Passion

She ripped the panties off her hips like they had no business being there. The fabric tore at the seams and hit the floor in a crumpled ball. Her pussy was soaked, glistening under the lights. Two fingers slid straight in, no hesitation, working that wet heat exactly how she wanted. Her blonde hair fell forward as she rocked against her own hand, breath catching, legs opening wider. Every stroke pulled another sound from her throat. She didn't slow down. She didn't care who watched. Her black hair mixed with the blonde as she leaned back and let the pleasure take over, fingers working faster now, hips lifting off the couch to meet every thrust.