Getting ready

Aletta Ocean checks her reflection in the mirror. She runs both hands over her breasts, cups them, and squeezes. The nipples stiffen under her touch. She lets out a low breath, already thinking about the two cocks she’ll take later. Her fingers slide down across her stomach and between her thighs. She’s bare and smooth, nothing hidden. Two fingers part her lips, dip inside. She watches the mirror as she fucks herself slowly, then faster, knuckles glistening. She lifts one leg onto the counter, opens wider, works a third finger in. Her black hair falls across her shoulders, and her mouth opens. She keeps going until her thighs tremble and the first rush of wetness spills over her hand. She stops just short of coming—wants to stay edged for the shoot. One last glance at herself: tits flushed, pussy wet and ready. She steps away from the mirror, leaving the scent of her own heat behind.