Glam Queen - part 6.

Aletta Ocean settles into the velvet hush of her dressing room. She moves like she knows the room is watching. The silk robe falls open in one motion. Her breasts rise and fall with each slow breath. She runs her hands over them, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks until they darken. Her thighs part against the cool leather seat. One fingertip slides between her lips, circles, then presses deeper. Her hips lift. A soft, wet sound fills the air as she works herself open. She never looks away from the mirror. Her other hand grips the edge of the vanity, knuckles whitening, until her release hits and her whole body jerks forward. She stays there, legs still spread, breathing hard, lips parted like she just tasted something sweet.