Shooting break

She leans back on the couch, lights catching the soft lace tracing across her hips. Blue Angel stretches her legs, blonde hair spilling over one shoulder, then lets her fingers drift down, teasing the edge of her panties. The set has gone quiet, crew scattered, but she stays center stage. One fingertip presses between her thighs, tracing slow circles over the fabric until a dark patch appears. She slides the panties aside, spreads herself open, and watches her own hand work, two fingers gliding slick between puffy lips. Her breathing grows heavier, thighs tense, and she sinks lower on the cushion, hips rocking up to meet each stroke. The lace strap of her bra slips down, baring one breast, nipple tight. She pinches it lightly while the fingers inside her pump faster, wet sounds rising in the empty room. Her free hand keeps the panties pulled aside so nothing hides the way she fucks herself, slick coating her knuckles. A sharp breath, then a low moan slips out as her body tightens, coming in quick little pulses around her hand. She stays like that a moment, fingers still buried, chest rising, a lazy smile forming as her legs relax.