Lovely Henessy

Henessy stretches across the sheets, her curves catching the late light. She cups her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they tighten. Her breath thickens. One hand stays at her chest, the other drifts lower, parting her thighs. Fingers trace slick heat, slow at first, then firmer. She sinks two inside, hips rolling to meet the motion. Soft sounds escape her throat as she works deeper, faster, chasing the tension that builds between her legs. Her free hand squeezes harder, pinching a stiff peak. Sweat beads along her collarbone. She bites her lip, keeps driving her fingers in, out, in again, chasing that edge until everything tightens and breaks.