Serilla's hot body

Serilla peels off her clothes one piece at a time. Bare skin fills the frame—soft, round tits, the curve of her ass, then the wet, pink slit between her legs. She slides onto the edge of her desk, legs open, and her fingers slip straight inside. Slow circles turn quick, the wet sounds sharpening as she works herself harder. Her breath catches, her hips tilt, and she rides her own hand until the edge comes fast and she lets it take her.