Mature Solo2160p
Title: ” confession of a cougar”
The camera hums to life, illuminating the sensual figure of a mature woman in her webcam lair. The room is dimly lit, with soft purple hues emanating from the fairy lights adorning the full-length mirror. The bed in the background is barely visible in the shadows, the silk sheets invitingly tousled. The woman, early 40s by the looks of it, sits in the foreground, a queen on her throne. Her hair is a cascade of chestnut curls, the kind that were once all the rage in the 90s. Her makeup is flawless, highlighting her high cheekbones and full lips that are curled into a sultry smile. She’s wearing a black lace negligee that leaves little to the imagination, her ample cleavage threatening to spill out at any moment. She crosses her legs, and a glimpse of the black stockings she’s wearing catches the eye.
“Hello, darling,” she purrs into the camera, her voice low and husky. “Ready to have some fun?” Without waiting for an answer, she begins to play with her hair, twirling it around her finger. Her other hand trails down her neck and over her collarbone, stopping just short of her cleavage. She bites her lower lip, her eyes never leaving the camera.
She uncrosses her legs and allows them to fall open slightly. She’s wearing a pair of black lace panties, the wet spot at the crotchvisible from this angle. She runs her hand over the fabric, moaning softly. “Mmm, I’m so wet already,” she says. “All it takes is one little look.” She hooks her thumb under the waistband of the panties and gives them a little tug, letting the lace press into her folds. Her hips arch into it, seeking more friction.
Using her other hand, she reaches up and undoes a few buttons of the negligee, allowing her breasts to spill out. She takes one in each hand, squeezing them together. “You like these, don’t you?” she asks, giving the camera a little jiggle. “I’ve been told they’re my best feature.” She rolls her nipples between her fingers, pinching and tugging until they’re rock hard. She gives a little moan of pleasure.
With a wicked grin, she slides her panties down her legs and kicks them off, fully exposing herself to the camera. She uses two fingers to spread her lips apart, revealing her glistening pink folds and swollen clit. “I’m so wet,” she says. “I can’t wait anymore.” She plunges two fingers into her pussy, gasping at the sudden intrusion. She starts to fuck herself with them, her hand moving in and out of her pussy. She rolls her hips to meet each thrust, her moans getting louder and more desperate.
She pulls her fingers out of her pussy and brings them to her mouth, sucking them clean. Her eyes roll back in her head at the taste of herself. “Mmm, I’m delicious,” she says. “You want a taste, don’t you?” She leans down and spits on her pussy, watching it glisten under the camera light. She spreads the spit around with her fingers, teasing her clit with her thumb.
She leans back and hikes one leg up over the arm of the chair, opening herself up even more. She rubs her pussy in slow, firm circles, moaning as the pressure builds. Her hips start to buck as she gets closer to the edge. She slides two fingers back into her pussy, pumping them in and out. Her other hand reaches up and tweaks her nipple, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She’s panting now, her moans coming in short, sharp bursts. Her eyes are squeezed shut, her brow furrowed in concentration. She’s so close.
With a cry, she comes hard, her pussy clenching around her fingers. Her juices squirt out, coating her hand and the chair underneath her. She rides out her orgasm, her hips bucking and her body shuddering. Finally, she slumps back in the chair, her chest heaving. She pulls her fingers out of her pussy and brings them to her mouth once more, cleaning them thoroughly.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, darling,” she says with a lazy smile. “That’s all for now, but I’ll be back soon for more fun.” She blows a kiss at the camera before reaching over and turning it off, leaving only a black screen and the sound of her heavy breathing.
