Classy Erotica

Allison moves like a woman who knows her body owns the room. Naked or not, grace stays with her. She settles back, legs parting with the same elegance she might show crossing them at a bar. Her hand drifts down and her fingers stroke the wet seam of her cunt, slow, measured, nothing rushed. A redhead’s pale skin flushes at the neck, at the tops of her breasts. She takes a toy, sleek and black, and eases it inside, inch by careful inch, lips tightening around it until the whole length disappears. She fucks herself with steady strokes, hips lifting to meet each push, soft sounds escaping her parted lips. No hurry. She keeps the same poised rhythm until her thighs quiver and her free hand clutches the sheet, classy even as the orgasm rolls through her in long, controlled waves.