Soda

Lara likes soda. She has found another use for it. She sits on the edge of the bed, blouse open, skirt hiked up, and pours the cold drink over her skin. Bubbles burst across her breasts as the brunette watches. The blonde leans back, spreads her legs, and lets the stream run lower. She pushes two fingers inside herself, moving in slow strokes while the liquid keeps dripping. Her nipples stay hard from the chill. Every time her wrist twists, her hips lift toward her hand. She keeps pouring and keeps touching until the can is empty and her thighs are slick with it.