Enjoying the new place

Krystal walks into her living room. The new furniture smells like fresh wood and clean paint. She drops onto the couch, legs stretched out, and a slow ache spreads between her thighs. Her hand slips beneath the waistband of her shorts. She rubs in lazy circles, breath catching as her clit swells thick under her fingertips. The fabric stays pulled low so the camera can watch every stroke. Her nipples tighten, pushing hard against her thin top. She pinches one, rolling it, and the sharp spark makes her hips lift. Wetness soaks her fingers. She kicks the shorts off, spreads her knees, and circles her glistening clit faster. Each breath turns into a soft, desperate moan. Her black hair fans across the cushion while her huge breasts rise and fall. She slips two fingers inside, pumping deep, thumb still grinding on that swollen nub. The room fills with the wet, rhythmic sound of her pleasure, and she keeps going until the tension finally snaps and her whole body shakes with release.