Lonely Dana

Dana stands naked in her living room. No one else is home. She likes to fuck, with men or women, but when they're gone, she knows how to handle things herself. She lowers herself onto the back of the couch. Her thighs spread wide, knees planted on the cushions. The black leather feels cool against her bare skin. She leans forward, pressing her big tits against the top of the couch back. Her nipples drag over the smooth surface. Her right hand slips down between her legs. Two fingers part her pussy lips. She's already wet. She runs those fingers through her folds, spreading the moisture up to her clit. Her left hand reaches beneath her, cupping one heavy breast. She squeezes the soft flesh, feeling its weight. Dana grinds against her own fingers. Slow circles at first. The couch back presses against her mound with each forward roll of her hips. She finds the right angle. The pressure hits just where she needs it. Her middle finger pushes inside. She works it in and out, feeling her walls grip tight. Her thumb stays on her clit. She fucks herself steady, hips moving with purpose. The couch creaks beneath her shifting weight. Sweat beads on her skin. Her breathing grows heavier. She adds another finger. Three now, stretching her open. Her palm slaps against her pussy with each thrust. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Dana arches her back. Her ass lifts higher. She drives her fingers deeper. Her other hand pinches her nipple, twisting it hard. The sting shoots straight to her cunt. She rides her hand faster. The couch back slides against her clit with every motion. Her thighs tremble. Her inner muscles clench around her fingers. She pushes in deep, holds there, and comes hard. Her whole body shakes. Her cunt pulses around her fingers as the orgasm rolls through her.