White Lace and Wet Fingers on the Couch

Heavy tits strain against white lace, the cups pushed up as she leans back against the couch cushions. Her fingers move in slow circles, teasing her clit while her other hand kneads one swollen breast. Dark hair spills over her shoulders as her spine arches, hips lifting off the seat with each deliberate stroke. Watching her own reflection in the mirror across the room, she bites down on her lower lip, tongue darting out to wet it between breaths. Lingerie clings to her curves, the damp spot growing darker between her parted thighs as she works herself into a frenzy. Her thighs shake, the muscles tensing as she teeters on the edge, but she holds back just long enough to savor the tension.