Glam Queen - part 3.

Aletta's big tits fill the frame again, curves poured into silk that barely contains them. She stands at the mirror, black hair falling down her back, and watches herself as she lets the robe slip. Her hands move without hurry. One cups the weight of a breast, thumb brushing the nipple until it hardens. The other slides down her stomach, finds the heat between her thighs, and parts the folds with two slow fingers. She spreads herself for the glass, then turns, leaning against the dresser. Her legs open wider. She works her clit in steady circles, breath catching each time her fingers slip inside. Her hips roll forward, chasing the friction. The silk pools at her ankles. She steps free of it, bare now, and drops to the edge of the bed. Knees apart, she fucks herself with three fingers, palm pressed hard against her clit. Her tits bounce with every thrust. She comes with a sharp gasp, legs shaking, black hair sticking to her damp skin. When the pulse fades she keeps stroking, slow and lazy, drawing the last tremors out until her body stills.