Fallen from Heaven

Angell Summers looks dropped straight from the clouds. No woman stays that beautiful unless she cheated her way down. She peels her clothes off without hurry, letting each inch of her full, heavy tits come into view, nipples already tight. Her black hair spills over her shoulders as she sinks onto the bed, legs parting. One hand cups a breast, squeezing the soft flesh, while the other slides lower. Fingers trace the wet seam of her cunt before she pushes two inside, slow and deep. She works herself open with steady strokes, thumb circling her clit, breath catching each time she hits the right spot. Her hips lift, chasing her own touch, the wet sound of her fingers filling the quiet room. When her thighs start to shake she presses harder, palm grinding down until her back arches and a sharp cry slips free, leaving her slick and spent against the sheets.