Cum with Erica Fontes

Erica Fontes doesn't wait around for help. She's got her own drawer packed with dildos, pocket rockets, and whatever vibrators she's collected. Good enough. She kicks off her clothes, drops onto the bed, spreads her legs and starts rubbing circles on her clit. Her pussy's already puffy. Juice is leaking out thick enough to coat her fingers, her thighs tremble, her breath hitches every time she strokes deeper. When she can't hold it, she angles the biggest toy, fucks herself fast until her belly tightens. A sharp moan, and clear liquid shoots out—her squirt hits the sheets, splashes across her stomach, drips from her knuckles. Erica doesn't bother to clean up. She's smiling, catching her breath, still twitching from the rush.