Black beauty

My waist-long black hair and dark eyes pull their stares. I peel the dress away and show them the rest: slim frame, small waist, those full, round tits that sit high on my chest. The moment my skin is bare their breath changes. So does mine. I slide my hands up my ribs, cup my breasts, feel the weight in my palms. My thumbs circle the nipples until they stiffen, a tight little ache that shoots straight down. I lean back on the couch, spread my thighs, and let my fingers drift lower. Wet already. I stroke the smooth skin between my legs, press two fingers against my clit and rock my hips in slow circles. My hair spills over one shoulder, brushing my nipple as I move. Every glance at their hungry faces makes me wetter. I slip my fingers inside, pull them out glistening, and keep going, breath short, thighs trembling, pushing myself right to the edge while they watch every second of it.