Just a girl

My ex used to call me his little blonde angel. He liked my curls, my smile, that soft-girl look. Flattery. I’m not an angel. I’m just a girl who enjoys showing off what she has. Nothing special, except the way I get wet the second I touch myself. I start with my fingers, sliding two inside until I’m slick and open. Then the toys come out. One deep in my pussy, another working its way into my ass until I’m stretched around both, breathing hard, legs spread wider because it feels too good to stop. My brunette friend walks in and catches me full, cheeks flushed, nipples tight. She watches, then joins. She eases another cock into my already full cunt while the toy stays buried in my ass. The stretch is slow, thick, perfect. I come hard, messy, shaking, still wanting more. Just a girl who likes it this way.