Lotion fun

Janelle’s skin felt tight. She reached for the lotion anyway. The cream slid between her fingers, warm and slick as she rubbed it along her thighs. A slow heat crept through her. She kept rubbing. Her hands moved higher, slicking over her belly and then cupping her heavy breasts. Nipples tightened under her palms. She gave them a squeeze, and a low sound escaped her. The bottle sat open beside her. She poured more lotion straight onto her chest, watched it drip between her cleavage, and massaged it in until the skin gleamed. One hand slipped lower. She parted her legs, let the lotion coat her fingers, then dragged them over her pussy. The first stroke made her hips jump. She circled her clit, pressed, then slid two fingers inside. The wet sound mixed with the creak of the couch beneath her. She rocked against her hand, breath catching each time her palm brushed her swollen clit. Her other hand stayed busy at her breasts, kneading, pinching, slick with lotion. Every curl of her fingers brought her closer. She added a third, twisted, and groaned. The rhythm turned faster, deeper. Her thighs started to shake. She chased the edge until it crashed through her—hips lifted, mouth open, pussy pulsing around her fingers. She didn’t stop until the last tremor faded, leaving her slick, spent, and glistening in the lamplight.