Lusty Laeticia

Laeticia lies on soft white sheets, legs spread wide. She slides two fingers between the wet folds of her pussy and starts to rub. Each stroke sends a little shiver up her belly. She moans, low and quiet, then louder when she finds the rhythm that makes her clit throb. Her hips roll up to meet her hand. She adds a third finger, pushing deeper, curling until her knuckles press against the tight ring of her entrance. Juice glistens on her skin and soaks the sheet beneath her. Her breathing quickens, then catches. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, riding every small pulse of pleasure. When the wave finally crests, her thighs shake and a broken sound slips from her throat. She keeps her fingers inside until the aftershocks fade, savoring the last slow twitches of her spent cunt.