Sweet as ...

Sweet as sugar, you say. Try sweet as Melissa instead. One look at her and you know the difference. She sits back on the bed, long blonde hair loose across her shoulders, hips rolling as her hand slides between her thighs. No hurry. Her thighs spread wider, round ass pressing into the sheets, and her fingers find the wet heat waiting for her. Each slow circle makes her breath catch. She presses deeper, hips lifting, chasing the feeling as it builds. Her other hand cups her breast, pinching the nipple until it stings just right. The pace changes. Faster now. Her moans grow louder, raw and sweet at once. Her ass rises off the mattress, trembling, every muscle tight until the climax hits hard and leaves her gasping, thighs shaking, mouth parted on a final, broken sigh.