Glam Queen - part 5.

Aletta strips slow in a white lace bra that barely contains her heavy tits. She cups them, lets the weight spill over her fingers, and thumbs her nipples until they stiffen. The camera circles while she sinks onto the couch, knees apart, one hand already sliding down her belly. She hooks a finger in her thong, drags it aside, and drags a wet fingertip over her slick folds. Her head tips back; a low sigh fills the quiet room. Then her middle finger pushes in, knuckle-deep, and she starts fucking herself in steady, greedy strokes. Her other palm never leaves her breasts, squeezing, lifting, showing them off. Every thrust makes them bounce. She drags the finger out glistening, circles her swollen clit, then pushes back inside, deeper this time. Her hips lift to meet her hand. The rhythm turns urgent, breath short, tits trembling. She comes with a broken moan, thighs shaking, fingers still buried, riding every last pulse until her body finally stills.