Only for you

Laura King knows exactly what she wants tonight. She moves slowly, the pale curve of her back arching as she pulls the shirt away, exposing full breasts tipped with hard pink nipples. She stretches out across the sheets and parts her thighs, and the camera catches the slick shine already gathering between them. She slips a hand down, presses two fingers against her clit, rubs once, twice, testing. A quiet gasp leaves her mouth. The thought of eyes on her—men with stiff cocks in their hands, stroking themselves while they watch her—sends a fresh rush of heat through her body. Her hips lift. She reaches for the slender dildo, the smooth silicone glistening with lube, and brings it to her entrance. She works it in, inch by inch, her cunt stretching around it, tight and wet. Every slow thrust pulls another low moan from her throat. Her free hand keeps circling her clit, faster now, in time with the steady slide of the toy. She opens wider, spreads herself for the lens, for you, and her cheeks flush deeper with each thrust. Her breathing turns short and ragged. She pushes the dildo all the way in, holds it deep, and lets the pleasure roll through her until her legs tremble. She stays open, letting every shiver and every drop of wetness show, because the knowledge that you’re watching, that you’re hard because of her, is what makes her come hardest.