Glam Queen - part 4.

Aletta Ocean stands before you once more, her full breasts pushing against the satin that barely contains them. Her black hair spills over bare shoulders while she arches her back, letting the light trace every curve of her body. She slides one strap down her arm. Then the other. The fabric pools at her feet and she is naked in seconds. Her hands know exactly where to go. She cups each heavy breast, thumbs circling her nipples until they tighten. A low breath escapes her as she squeezes, feeling their weight. She sinks onto the chaise, legs parting just enough. One hand drifts lower, fingers slipping between her thighs. She strokes herself slowly, deliberately, eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Aletta presses two fingers inside, then three. Her hips lift to meet each thrust. The wet sound of her pussy fills the quiet room. She moans louder now, chasing the rhythm, chasing release. Her back bows, thighs tremble. With a sharp cry she comes hard, clenching around her own fingers, body shaking in the aftermath. She stays there, breathing, glistening, satisfied. Her eyes find the camera once more, daring you to look away.