Best Kept Secrets - S12:E3

Charlotte Cross shoved two fingers deep and rode her own hand like she owned the damn thing. Wet slaps filled the room as she pumped faster, juices dripping down her knuckles, breath getting shorter and shorter. She came hard, thighs twitching, a string of filthy little curses slipping out between her gasps. The shower hit her skin like a reset button. Steam wrapped her up while soap slid over her heavy tits, her soft belly, down between her legs that were still buzzing. She stood there with a lazy grin, hips rocking a little because the want hadn’t really gone anywhere. Toweling off, her phone lit up. It was her friend’s little brother. The kid wanted to feel a hairy pussy gripping his stiff cock and figured Charlotte was the one to make it happen. She read the text twice, towel still hanging open, and felt her cunt give an interested clench. A grin spread across her face. "Bold little bastard," she murmured, already picturing exactly how she’d sit down on him.