Black widow

She doesn't need forever. A fine diva keeps men on a leash and only lets them close when it suits her. Tonight she wants none of them. She wants herself. Blonde hair spills over bare shoulders as she settles back against silk pillows, legs spreading wide so the camera catches every inch. Her cunt glistens already, wet from the thought alone. Fingers slide down her belly and part those smooth lips, finding her swollen clit with lazy, practiced circles. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, she takes her time. Two fingers slip inside, slow at first, then quicker as her breath catches. The brunette in the mirror watches, hungry. She rocks her hips against her own hand, thighs trembling, the wet sound of her pussy filling the quiet room. She comes hard, biting her lip, milking every last pulse from her own touch like it's the only thing that ever mattered.