Backstage with Jasmine Rouge

Jasmine stretches across the couch, her Santa jacket hanging open. Her blonde hair falls past her shoulders. She pulls the red fabric wider and her tits come into view, full and pale. She cups them and presses them together, then slides one hand down between her legs. She parts her thighs, lets her fingers slip over her pussy. She rubs slowly at first, then presses harder. Her breath quickens. She brings those wet fingers up to her mouth and sucks them clean. Jasmine slides off the couch and onto her knees. She leans forward, tongue out, and licks along an invisible cock. She opens her mouth and takes it deep, bobbing her head with wet, steady strokes. Saliva runs down her chin. She pulls off, strokes the shaft with both hands, then swallows it again. Her eyes stay half-lidded, lashes dark against flushed skin. She sits back on her heels, spreads her knees wider, and works her clit in tight circles. Her hips roll. The jacket slips off one shoulder. She pinches a nipple, hard, and moans. Her fingers move faster now, wet sounds filling the quiet space. She comes with a sharp gasp, body jerking, then slows her hand, still touching herself as the last tremors fade.