More Mona!

Mona Lee lounges in sheer black lace, the kind that clings rather than covers. Her full breasts strain against the thin cups, nipples already tight. One hand slips between her thighs, fingers tracing the damp silk until she pulls the fabric aside. She works two fingers inside herself, slow at first, then faster, hips lifting to meet each stroke. A silver toy waits on the sheets. She coats it in her own wetness, then pushes it deep, gasping as the vibrations start. Her free hand cups a breast, squeezing hard, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Sweat beads along her collarbone. She fucks herself harder, thighs shaking, mouth open, chasing every shudder until her back arches and a raw, broken sound tears from her throat.