Demon inside her

Honey Demon runs her hands over her tight body like she owns it. Dark hair spills across her shoulders. She leans back and lets the cold fade, skin flushed and warm. Fingers trace slow circles between her thighs. The black-haired teen toys with herself, pressing and circling until her breath catches. She spreads wider, teasing open the soft pink lips for a closer view. Each stroke deepens, hips lifting to meet her hand. The room fills with soft wet sounds and quiet gasps. She presses harder, chasing the spark until it breaks into sharp, helpless moans.