Faith Star
Face Fucking Inc #08, Scene #02
She’s already naked, tits out, legs spread wide like she owns the damn room. One hand’s buried between her thighs, two fingers working her pussy in fast, sloppy strokes. She’s dripping, wet sounds loud every time she pushes in. Her other hand’s at her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching the nipple till it stands hard. She bites her bottom lip, eyes half-lidded, then throws her head back with a low, filthy moan. Her hips roll up to meet her own hand, greedy for more friction, more pressure. She doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease off. Just keeps fucking herself, faster, harder, chasing the edge like she’s got something to prove.
She’s already naked, tits out, legs spread wide like she owns the damn room. One hand’s buried between her thighs, two fingers working her pussy in fast, sloppy strokes. She’s dripping, wet sounds loud every time she pushes in. Her other hand’s at her breast, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching the nipple till it stands hard. She bites her bottom lip, eyes half-lidded, then throws her head back with a low, filthy moan. Her hips roll up to meet her own hand, greedy for more friction, more pressure. She doesn’t slow down, doesn’t ease off. Just keeps fucking herself, faster, harder, chasing the edge like she’s got something to prove.