All by herself

Connie Carter finds herself alone with a fire no one else will put out. She slides her hands over her heavy breasts, thumbs circling the tight points of her nipples until they stiffen and ache. Her fingers drift lower, spreading the soft lips between her thighs, and she sinks one finger inside, then two, pumping slowly while her hips roll against her own hand. When she rolls onto her stomach, she reaches back to grip the smooth curve of her ass, squeezing the flesh as she presses her clit against the sheets. Every stroke is measured and deliberate. She moans when she finds the right rhythm, thighs quivering, breath quickening. The tension builds until her back arches and her pussy clenches hard around her fingers, a long, deep orgasm rolling through her body while she gasps into the quiet room.