Finger My Soaked Pussy on This Gray Towel

He can't resist, his hand already moving as he watches her spread her pussy, revealing those slick inner lips and the swollen clit. Her fingers slide inside, moving in and out with a rhythmic slowness that's making him ache. She's getting wetter by the second, juices coating her cunt and thighs as she shifts her hips, taking those fingers deeper.

Her breath is catching now, her movements slower and more deliberate, focusing on those circular motions around the clit. He can see the tension building in her body, the way she holds herself open for him to see. His pulse is racing, his hand moving faster as he imagines himself there, his fingers inside her.

But she's not done yet, removing her hand to display that open pussy directly to him. His rhythm falters for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Then she resumes, repeating those motions with an increased fluidity that's pushing him to the edge. He's hard now, his body straining toward the screen as he watches her move. She's fingering herself faster now, her hips bucking as she rubs that clit. Her juices are flowing freely, coating her thighs and the towel beneath her. She's close now, her body tense with pleasure.