Tyra's legs

Tyra stretches out across the sheets. Those long brown legs catch the light, lean muscle under smooth skin, the kind that makes you stop and stare. Her ass rises slightly when she shifts, round and tight, a curve that pulls the eye right back every time you look away. She spreads her knees, opens herself up, and her fingers slide between those thighs. One hand stays busy at her breast, squeezing the full weight of it, the dark nipple already hard. The other works lower, stroking slow and sure. Her breath turns ragged. Her hips lift off the bed. She keeps going, the same steady rhythm, pushing deeper each time until her legs start to tremble and her free hand grips the sheets. When she comes, the sound that leaves her is low and broken, and her whole body goes still for a long moment before she exhales and lets everything go soft again.