Gone wild

Alexa Wild strips slow, letting each scrap of fabric slide off until she’s left in nothing but sheer stockings and heeled boots. Her nipples stand tight against the cool air. She cups her breasts first, thumbs brushing the stiff peaks, then trails one hand lower. Two fingers part her bare lips, spreading them so the pink inside gleams. She rolls her clit in tight circles, breath catching, hips tilting to meet her own touch. The rhythm turns hungry. She pushes two fingers deep, knuckles glistening, pulling them out only to press them back in. Her free hand never leaves her tits, pinching, tugging, squeezing until her chest flushes. Eyes half-closed, mouth open, she rides her hand faster, thighs trembling in those stockings, chasing the wet sound of her own need.