Icehot!

Regina won't let you call her cold as ice. She burns. Her body could stop traffic and her mind runs straight to the gutter. Today she's on the porch, taking her time, showing exactly how she likes it. One hand cups a heavy breast, thumb flicking across the nipple until it tightens. The other slips between her thighs. Two fingers at first, sliding over slick folds, then three, stretching herself open with slow, greedy strokes. She spreads wider, breath catching, and pushes a fourth finger inside. Her cunt grips them, wet and hot, and she rocks her hips to meet every thrust. Nothing shy about it. Just pure, filthy pleasure under the open sky.