Hungarian beauty

Rita Faltoyano sits on the edge of the couch with her legs parted, one hand already between them. She moves her fingers in slow circles at first, then faster, her head tipping back each time she hits the right spot. A soft moan slips out. The blonde’s body stretches long and tight, every small shift pulling the muscles under her skin. She slides her fingers inside, then pulls them back out, slick and shiny, before pushing in again. Her other hand cups her breast, squeezing the nipple until it stands stiff. Across the room the brunette watches. She keeps her eyes on Rita while her own fingers work between her legs, matching the rhythm without looking away. Neither woman speaks. The only sounds are the wet slide of skin on skin and the short, sharp breaths that come faster now. Rita’s hips lift off the couch when she comes, thighs trembling around her wrist, while the brunette keeps touching herself, chasing the same edge.