Happy hour

The brunette on the bed doesn't wait for an invitation. She spreads her legs wide and slips the smooth edge of a drinking glass between her slick folds. Lora Craft works it in slowly at first, then deeper, until the rim vanishes inside her. Her big tits rise and fall with every steady push. The cool glass catches the light as she fucks herself with it, pulling it out shiny, sliding it back in. When the rhythm has her panting, she trades the glass for a metal speculum, prying her open so wide the camera can see everything. Blonde strands cling to her damp forehead. The air is thick with wet sounds and soft, unashamed moans. She keeps her thighs parted, hips rocking, chasing the next stretch.