Solo fisting Aletta Ocean

Aletta Ocean sprawls across cold tiles, bare skin glowing under harsh light. Her tits sit high and heavy, nipples tight. She slides two fingers between her lips, working slow circles until her cunt glistens and opens. A third finger joins, then a fourth, until her whole hand disappears knuckle-deep. She breathes through clenched teeth, wrist twisting, fist buried to the wrist. Her hips jerk with each thrust. When she pulls free, her knuckles shine. Legs wide, she leans back, lets a hot stream arc out and splash across the floor, warm and unashamed, puddle spreading beneath her.