Self Fisting Sandy

Sandy spreads herself across the bed, all curves and sunlit skin, brunette hair falling loose. She’s no girl next door—just a woman who knows exactly what she wants. With no one else in sight, she slips two fingers between her thighs, testing, teasing. The room is quiet except for her breath catching as her fingers disappear. Then three. Four. She works herself open, her thick ass tilting up with every push, muscles flexing, soft flesh yielding. There’s something almost clinical in her focus, but the moan that slips out is pure hunger. Her pussy takes her fist in a slow, deliberate glide, lips stretched, glistening, the wet sound of it loud in the still air. She rocks her hips, riding her own hand, and for a moment it’s hard to tell whether she’s showing off or simply lost to the feeling. Either way, you’ll be hooked.