My New Binoculars

Camila's balcony gives her the perfect angle. Straight into the neighbor girl's backyard. Today that girl is stretched out by the pool without a stitch of clothing, and Camila's fingers are already itching. She presses her thighs together, but heat's winning. Panties get tugged aside, then yanked off. Two fingers from her right hand sink straight into her slick, shaved pussy while the left hand keeps busy on her clit. Her hips roll, grinding against both palms. The room echoes with every gasp, every filthy little cry. She pulls the wet fingers out and sucks them clean, tasting herself, then shoves them back in even deeper. The rhythm builds fast. Her moans climb from sweet to raw until her whole body locks up and she comes hard, mouth open, thighs shaking. She keeps petting herself through the aftershocks, licking her fingers like she can't get enough of that taste.