Demon witch

Samhain night thins the veil until the living and the dead brush shoulders. Ghostly figures drift through streets while I step from shadow, bare skin glowing in the cold air. I lean against the wall, ass cheeks pale and full, and slide my hand between my thighs. Fingers glide over slick folds, parting them slowly. My clit swells under each lazy circle. Breath fogs in front of me as I press two fingers inside, pumping deep, hips rocking against my own hand. The blonde strands of my hair stick to sweat-damp skin, strands catching in the corners of my mouth. Every thrust draws a wet sound that echoes in the empty street. I grind harder, thumb rubbing tight and fast, chasing the rush that tightens low in my belly. My thighs tremble. One final push and I come hard, cunt pulsing around my fingers while the night holds its breath.