Hand over mouth as she cums solo and drools

Home alone after a tense week at work, she locks the door and slips out of her clothes, her sidelocks brushing her cheeks as she settles on the bed. The mole on her cheek dots her flushed skin while she teases her slick folds, building that ache until her green eyes widen in shock at the intensity. Her hand flies to her mouth, nails digging in as she stifles a whimper, body clenching hard around her fingers. The wave crashes, her lips part beneath her palm, hot saliva dripping down her chin in sticky trails. She rocks through the spasms, braid swaying with each desperate grind, lost in the rush that leaves her gasping and soaked, already craving round two.