Wet pussy

Blue Angel spreads on the sheets like she’s got nothing else to do but her cunt. She grabs the nearest bottle of body oil and works it inside her bare slit, rocking the thick glass until her pussy grips it. Every slow thrust pulls a wet sound from her, and her hips don’t stop until the bottle is buried deep and slick runs down her thighs. She keeps at it, pushing, twisting, riding it until her walls flutter and that sharp, empty itch finally eases. When her legs start to shake, she smiles like the day’s work is done.