Milfwood U.S.A. - Part 1

She’s sprawled on the bed, legs open, hand working her pussy like she’s been thinking about it all day. Watching her fingers stroke those slick folds feels nasty as hell, and she knows it. Every slow, teasing circle around her clit pulls a little hiss out of her, then she slides two thick knuckles inside, walls clenching like she wants to keep them. The wet sound snaps loud in the quiet room, creamy and sinful. She grins, cocky, slows down just to watch the shine on her fingertips, then drags the slick right up and keeps rubbing, breathing heavier, hips rolling to meet her own hand every time, chasing that slick rush till it’s dripping. Damn, that was the hottest thing she’s done all week.