Passing time with Julia

Julia's got a couple hours to kill, and she figures fuck it—might as well jerk off. You don’t need much convincing either. She’s naked on the couch already, legs spread like the idea just popped in her head. Middle finger circles her clit, slow and sure, then picks up speed once she gets that slick slide going. She drags two fingers inside, knuckles popping in with a wet little sound that makes her grin. Julia’s not shy about it—she rocks her hips and lets the moans bounce right off the walls, loud enough to echo. Her free hand gives one tit a squeeze, thumb flicking the nipple until it stands up stiff and pink. She curls the other digits forward, hunting that soft swell inside her until her thighs start to shake. The couch cushion under her ass is soaked now, dark patches blooming every time she thrusts harder. She doesn’t pause when she grabs a toy from the side table and clicks it on; the low buzz dips between her folds and the noise jumps higher, rattling that needy rhythm until she’s shoving her cunt against the vibrating head like she wants it to punch straight through. Her heels dig into the cushions, ass lifting, muscles rippling under the sheen of sweat. Julia grins through it, filthy and cocky, licking her lips as if she’s showing off for an invisible audience. She comes with a short bark of laughter that snaps into a groan, cunt pulsing and twitching around her fingers and the toy, juices dripping down the crack of her ass. After a last lazy flick to stretch the last twitch out, she drags her wet fingers to her lips and sucks them clean, eyes half-lidded, completely pleased with herself—and happy to let you watch every raw second of it.