Kinky Aletta Ocean

Aletta sits on the edge of the bed, morning light sliding over her long, dark hair and soft olive skin. Her white silk robe hangs open. One hand drifts down between her thighs. Fingers part her smooth lips, and a low breath escapes her as she traces slow circles over her clit. She moves deliberately, spreading her wetness, pressing deeper. Her other hand cups a heavy breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it tightens. She leans back, legs wide, and slides two fingers inside herself, curling them just right. Her hips lift to meet the thrust. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet room. She doesn’t rush. Every stroke is measured, every sigh drawn out until her body tightens and she comes with a sharp, quiet gasp, thighs trembling around her hand.