Sweet like chocolate

Ana Brown settles in, her deep brown skin catching every hint of light. She traces her own curves with slow, deliberate fingers, lingering over the swell of her hips and the soft weight of her breasts. Her lashes flutter as she slips lower. Between her thighs, those dark, delicate folds glisten, warm and wet to the touch. She parts them gently, a single fingertip sliding between, testing the silky heat. A quiet sigh slips from her as she circles her clit, pressing, teasing. Each stroke draws a deeper flush across her chest, her breath coming quicker now. She dips lower, coating two fingers in her own slick, then pushes them inside with a low, throaty moan. Her hips rise to meet her hand, slow and deliberate, her thighs trembling as she works herself open. Sweat beads along her collarbone, trails between her breasts. The rhythm quickens. Fingers thrust deeper, curling just so, her other hand still stroking that swollen nub in tight little circles. Her lips part on a gasp, eyes half-lidded, lost in the steady climb. When release finally crashes through her, it’s hard and sweet all at once, her body arching, a single sharp cry breaking free before she collapses, spent and glistening.