I fuck my pussy

Rebecca Contreras sits alone, bare, on a soft chair. Her long blonde hair catches the light. She turns. The curves of her ass are full and round. One hand reaches back, a slap echoes, another. The sound makes her smile. Then she opens her legs wider. Her other hand slides down. Fingers find slick heat. She’s already wet. She picks up the dildo beside her, thick and smooth. She rubs the head against her lips first, spreading her own wetness. A quiet moan slips out. She pushes the toy inside—slow, deliberate. Pulls it back. Pushes again. Each stroke gets firmer. Her hips tilt. Her free hand finds her clit. She rubs with quick, light pats that match the rhythm of the dildo. In. Out. Faster now. Deeper. Her breath hitches. The pace builds until the toy is driving steady and hard. Her clit swells under her fingers. She grinds against her own touch, chasing the rush. A gasp. Another. She arches. Her body tightens, then releases in hard waves. She keeps working the toy through it, drawing every last pulse, until her thighs shake and the chair creaks under her. Then she slows. Pulls the dildo free. Trails wet fingers over her swollen lips. A last small shiver. She leans back, eyes half-closed, spent and glowing.