A true Angel

Eve Angel stands before the fire in her silk dress. The fabric clings to her breasts and hips. She peels it off slowly, the hem rising over her thighs until the dress drops to the floor. Her bare tits catch the light, nipples tight. She spreads her legs and dips two fingers between them, parting her wet lips. She strokes herself in quick circles, breath quickening. Then she reaches for the thick dildo waiting on the hearth. She wets the head with her mouth, sucking it slow and deep. When she brings it lower she pushes the head inside, inch by inch, until her pussy stretches around it. Her hips start to roll, fucking herself in steady rhythm. She moans louder with each thrust, one hand gripping her breast while the other works the toy in and out. The fire pops. Eve's body tightens. Her thighs tremble as she drives the dildo harder, chasing the rush that finally breaks over her in long, shaking pulses.