Fashion Model Gone Porn

She sets her phone aside. Slides out of the silk blouse. Her nipples tighten the second cool air hits them. She cups her breasts, thumbs circling slowly, then drops one hand lower, pressing two fingers against the thin fabric of her panties. The damp patch spreads fast. She peels them off, sits back on the edge of the bed, legs open, and watches herself in the full-length mirror while she fucks her pussy with slow, deep strokes. Her free hand reaches for the toy waiting on the nightstand. A slim, silver vibe. She switches it on, presses the buzzing tip to her clit, and her hips jerk. She works both hands now—fingers pumping inside, vibe circling outside—until her breathing turns ragged and her thighs start to shake. She keeps going. Harder. Faster. The orgasm hits sharp, then rolls through her again when she doesn’t stop. She stays right there, spread open, flushed, catching her breath, already thinking about how good it feels when someone else is watching.