Metallic silver wet-look bodysuit, crotch and ass completely cut away. She’s standing with her back against the full-length mirror, one high-heeled foot propped on a low stool, knees bent and hips thrust forward. Right hand between her legs, middle and ring fingers hooked deep, doing frantic come-hither strokes while her thumb mashes her clit in brutal little circles. Left hand reaches behind, sliding a slim vibrating plug in and out of her ass in time with the fingers in front. Her reflection shows every tremor: suddenly her knees buckle slightly, thighs shake like they’re about to give out, and with a long, guttural moan she squirts explosively—powerful jets hit the mirror in front of her, streaking down the glass and dripping onto her heels and the carpet below.
Crimson lace teddy, crotch ripped open. She’s sitting sideways on a low velvet chaise, one leg hooked over the scrolled armrest, the other stretched straight out along the cushion, silver strappy heels glinting. Her left hand has four fingers buried inside, palm-up, rocking rapidly against her G-spot in short, aggressive thrusts. Her right hand presses a thick, vibrating cock ring (turned inside-out so the motor sits directly on her clit) and holds it there with white-knuckled grip. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth sinking into her lower lip so hard it leaves marks—then her stomach clenches like a fist. She lets out a broken cry as she squirts in pulsing waves, the clear liquid arcing out and splattering the hardwood floor in front of her, pooling around the leg of the chaise.
