Twisted Passions #19: Lamoyne Hotel 11 - Scene 3

Back in November 2016 she released it hot. The room was dark except for the streetlight cutting through her blinds. She lay back on silk sheets still wrinkled from the night before. One hand traced the curve of her breast, her fingers already eager, squeezing that soft flesh until her nipple pulled tight. Her breath caught sharp in her throat. She spread her legs wider, thighs trembling with the stretch of muscle. Her pussy glistened, wetter each second, the faint shine catching whatever little light snuck in. She teased herself first, circling her clit with two slow fingers, then pressing harder when her hips started to buck. She pushed two fingers inside, curling them up, finding that spongy spot that made her toes curl hard against the sheets. Her voice broke low and ragged every time she gasped. She thrust deeper, faster, cunt clenching around her knuckles, juices slicking her palm. Sweat beaded between her tits. She pinched one nipple rougher, giving it a twist that sent sparks straight down to her throbbing clit. The sheets twisted tighter under her as she bucked, chasing it hard, pumping her fingers until her thighs shook and her belly tightened. She came sudden, a jolt that ripped through her, pussy spasming in waves while her moan filled the empty room. The silence after hit heavy, her body still twitching, fingers sliding free shiny with come, the air thick with sex and want she wasn’t finished chasing yet.