Avery Black - Super Horny Fun Time

She’s on her back, legs spread, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack as she rubs circles over her clit. Her tits rise and fall with every shaky breath—small, soft, the kind that sway when she moves. One tattooed arm reaches down, fingers slick as she pushes two inside, slow at first, then deeper. The other hand never stops working that swollen little spot, pressing, circling, teasing herself open. She slides a toy in next, plastic humming between her thighs, the wet sound sharp and filthy. Her hips lift off the bed with every thrust, chasing it, breath catching, thighs twitching. The ink on her skin stretches and flexes with every grind, every dirty little twitch of pleasure she doesn’t bother hiding.