Where are my panties?

Her tits spill free the second the shirt opens. Lataya cups them, thumbs dragging over hard nipples, squeezing until the flesh spills between her fingers. She leans back, spreads her legs, and slips two fingers straight into her wet cunt. The juice coats her knuckles. She keeps pumping until she’s dripping, then peels her panties off and works the soft fabric inside, stuffing every inch until only a thin strip hangs out. The vibrator clicks on. She presses it to her clit and grinds, hips lifting off the sheets, the stuffed panties stretching tight inside her with every thrust. She moans loud, fucks herself harder, and doesn’t stop until her thighs shake and she’s left gasping, cunt clenching around cotton and plastic.