Hot solo time

Angelica Heart stands in a soft spill of light, black hair brushing her shoulders, and strips without hurry. Her breasts catch the glow, heavy and perfect, nipples tightening as fabric slides away. She spreads across the bed, knees falling open, and runs her fingers between her legs to check how wet she already is. The toy waits beside her. She brings it to her mouth first, lets the smooth tip slide over her tongue, then trails it down between her tits and over her belly. When she presses it to her shaved cunt, she exhales once, a sharp, satisfied sound. The toy sinks in slowly, stretching her, and she starts a steady rhythm, hips lifting to meet each thrust. Her free hand cups one breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between thumb and finger. Her breathing grows heavier. She pushes deeper, fucking herself with measured strokes, thighs quivering, wetness glistening on the toy every time she pulls it out. The strokes get faster. Her back arches, mouth open, and the room fills with the sound of her coming—low, raw, and drawn out until she finally eases the toy free and lets her hand rest against her still-pulsing cunt.