Magnificence

Cindy Lords sits alone, legs open. Her natural tits rise and fall with each slow breath. Dark hair brushes her shoulders. She touches herself with careful fingers, tracing circles that tighten and quicken. Her eyes stay steady on the lens. She pushes two fingers inside, breath catching, hips tilting up to meet her own hand. Pleasure sharpens across her face. She draws it out. She draws it in. The room holds nothing but the sound of skin on skin and the soft, wet pull of her fingers working deeper.