Biggest orgasms

Iwia’s body could stop traffic. Her tits sit high and full, nipples tight and pink, the kind you want to roll between your teeth. Her ass curves just right, and that face is pure trouble—pretty mouth, wicked little smile. Today, though, there’s no man to keep her busy, so she takes the work into her own hands. She stretches out, legs open, and gets to it. Fingers first—slow circles, then deeper—until her breath catches. She grabs a toy next, works it inside, finds the rhythm that makes her thighs shake. The room fills with soft wet sounds and the sharper catch of her moans. When she finally comes, it’s sudden and hard, hips jerking, mouth open, every muscle tight. She rides it out, panting, fingers still stroking slow while the last pulses fade.