Black Lace & Hot Fingers

A strange bed, soft hotel pillows, and me – alone, late at night, in sinfully beautiful black lace lingerie. My plan was a cozy evening: movie, book, a glass of wine… but nothing is going the way I want it to. The remote isn't working, the screen stays black, and I'm already bored with my book by page 5. Well… then I'll just have to provide my own entertainment. 😏 I slide deeper into bed and let my fingers glide over my décolletage. My delicate lace bra leaves little to the imagination – my breasts swell beneath it, the nipples hard, my skin glowing hot. I slowly stroke my stomach, my legs slightly parted, as my gaze directly meets the camera. I know exactly what you're imagining right now. And that's exactly what happens. My hand glides over my panties – black, transparent, so tight you can already see how wet I am. I play through the fabric, rubbing myself gently, again and again, while my other hand pushes aside the bra and caresses my nipples. A soft moan escapes me. The whole room is filled with my desire, my breath, my play. Then I pull my panties aside. Slowly. And you get the view you've been wanting: my smooth, glistening pussy – hot, ready, dripping wet. I stroke my lips, explore, glide between them… and immediately find my sensitive spot. I rub my clit in small, addictive circles. First slowly, then faster. My hips move with me, my legs tense. I've long forgotten the TV. I just want to feel. My body trembles, my fingers are deep inside me, my desire rising like a wave, hot and unstoppable. And then comes the finale: My orgasm washes over me – loud, uncensored, real. My thighs tremble, my chest rises rapidly, my mouth is open in ecstasy. 💦🖤