Work on me...

Ann moves like a dare. Blonde hair loose, skin warm from whatever game she just left, she stretches across the sheets with her thighs parted. She slides one hand down her belly and finds her pussy already wet. Two fingers press in, slow at first, then deeper, the sound soft and slick. Her mouth opens. A quick breath. She turns her wrist, angles her touch, and starts rubbing her clit with the same rhythm she uses when she wants to win. Her other hand squeezes a small breast, thumb flicking the nipple until it stands tight. She bites her lip, smiles, then lets the smile slip into a moan. Her hips lift, chasing every stroke, sporty legs flexing against the mattress. Nothing shy about her. Just heat, motion, and that bright little laugh she gives when she knows exactly how good she looks coming.