Heavy Bomber

Aletta stands in the middle of the room like a loaded bomb ready to blow. She knows exactly what she has. Voluptuous tits spill forward each time she leans in, nipples tight and dark, aching for her own hands. She cups them, presses them together, rolls her thumbs over the hard peaks until her breath catches. Her cunt is already slick, lips parted, clit swollen and throbbing under her fingers as she slides two deep inside, pumping slow, then faster, eyes locked on nothing but the sensation. She fucks her own hand like it might not be enough, hips rolling, black hair falling over her face. Those eyes stay heavy-lidded, lips parted, wet, inviting. She never looks away from what she’s doing to herself. Every moan comes straight from her chest, raw and real, and she keeps going, chasing the next wave, making sure you see every twitch, every wet sound, every drop that coats her fingers.