Christmas with Sophie Moone

Sophie stretches out across the bed in nothing but white lace panties. Her blonde hair spills over the pillow as she looks into the camera and grins. Christmas lights blink soft red and white against the wall behind her. One hand drifts between her thighs and she starts rubbing slow, firm circles over the fabric. The lace darkens as she soaks through it. She hooks a thumb under the waistband and slides the panties down, kicking them off the end of the bed. Her bare pussy glistens under the tiny tree lights. Sophie spreads her legs wider, lets her fingers part the wet lips, and starts stroking her clit with lazy precision. Every so often she dips two fingers inside herself, pulls them out glistening, and circles her clit again. She bites her lower lip, hips rocking up to meet her own hand. The strokes get faster, tighter. Her breathing turns ragged. She arches, thighs trembling, and comes hard with a sharp little cry, fingers buried deep while her other hand clutches the sheets. She lies there breathing, chest rising and falling, a satisfied smile curling across her mouth as the colored lights keep blinking.