Wet fingers circle her clit while her spine bows off the bed, dark hair fanned across the pillow. Thick thighs tremble as she pushes two fingers inside, knuckles disappearing between swollen lips. Moans spill out in gasps, hips lifting off the mattress with every stroke, her free hand clawing at the sheets. The bed creaks under her weight, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall as she works herself raw. Between moans, she bites her lip so hard it turns white, her belly fluttering with each desperate inhale. The dark blue bedspread is already damp where her ass presses down, her thighs slick with more than just sweat. She’s not teasing, not holding back — just a desperate need to get off, and the faster she goes, the louder she gets.
