Slippery Fingers

The doorbell rings, and there stands Aislin—a vision in barely-contained desire, her eyes already glittering with mischief. Without a word, she steps inside, her hips swaying as she begins an impromptu striptease, each discarded garment revealing more of her flawless form.

Her fingers trail down her body, circling her aching pussy before reaching for a massage vibrator. The moment it touches her, she gasps, arching as waves of pleasure ripple through her. You're just the encore.

She pulls you close, grinding against your thigh before dropping to her knees, her lips sealing around your cock with greedy pressure. When she climbs aboard, riding you with abandon, the vibrator still hums against her clit, pushing her to new heights of ecstasy.