Brown beast

She stretches slow. A brown beast in heat. Her fingers slide down between her thighs and she parts herself, wet already. No sound from the room except the slick movement of her hand working that swollen clit in tight circles. She watches her own fingers disappear inside, pushes deeper, pulls them out glistening. The blonde strands stick to her lips when she bites down. She knows exactly how it looks—her hips rolling, knees spread, the way her stomach tightens every time she hits the right spot. Another push, harder now, and her thighs tremble. She doesn’t stop. Keeps stroking until her breath catches and her back arches off the sheets, coming hard and loud, alone with the heat she started.