Just an angel

She stepped down like an angel thrown from heaven. Black hair spilled across her bare shoulders, the rest of her on full display. Lauren held a single toy in her hand and let that be enough. She didn’t rush. Each stroke of her fingers across heavy breasts drew the eye, nipples already tight and aching for more. She set the dildo on the sheets, slicked it with spit, then guided it between her thighs with slow certainty. The toy parted her, filled her, and she took every inch with a soft, hungry moan. Her wrist worked in steady rhythm, hips lifting to meet each thrust, big breasts shifting with every movement. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. She never looked away from the lens, letting the pleasure show plainly on her face until the last shudder left her trembling and spent.