All-night enjoyment

Eufrat knows no end. The blonde lies back, legs spread wide, her fingers already gliding over the soaked lace that clings to her cunt. One lazy stroke. Another. Then the fabric is tugged aside and bare skin meets bare skin. She circles the swollen clit, slow at first, then quicker, until two fingers part her lips and sink inside. Wet sounds rise as she pumps, deeper with every push. Three fingers now stretch her open. Her thighs tremble, hips rolling to meet the thrust. Inside, the walls grip, flutter, then lock tight and start to pulse, each spasm milking her own hand. All night, she keeps going, chasing the next wave while the first still shudders through her.