White Angel craves sex

White Angel peels off her clothes like she’s been waiting all night. Her small breasts rise when she runs her hands over them, but it’s her ass she grabs next, spreading herself just enough to show how much she wants to be taken. Fingers slip between her thighs and she starts rubbing that slick pussy, slow at first, then faster, louder. She pushes two fingers inside, then three, fucking herself with steady strokes. The heat builds. She pulls them out, glistening, and works her knuckles in instead, easing her whole hand past the tight ring until her wrist disappears. Her cunt stretches wide around the intrusion, wet and open. She pumps her fist in deep, pulls back, drives forward again, every thrust wetter than the last. Her short blonde hair sticks to her forehead while she breathes hard and keeps going, desperate to be filled.