Hottie Rips Her Pantyhose Open And Fucks Herself With A Bottle
Slinking into her bedroom, the disheveled woman kicked off her heels and sighed in relief. It had been another long, tedious day at her mundane office job, but now she was finally home and could release the stress pent up inside. The brunette beauty recognized the look in her own eyes – that insatiable hunger only she could satisfy.
She reached under her pencil skirt and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her lacy pantyhose. Slowly, teasingly, she began peeling them down her toned thighs, revealing the black lace panties underneath. As the silky fabric glided over her skin, she shuddered and bit her lip. Her heavy breasts threatened to spill out of her low-cut top.
Nipples stiffening with arousal, she continued to shimmy the pantyhose down until they lay in a garter tangled heap on the floor. Now clad only in her skimpy lacy lingerie, she climbed onto the plush king-sized bed, crawling towards the nightstand. With a familiar shake, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of wine, releasing a giggle. This particular Merlot was a trusty old friend at this point.
The intoxicating scent of the dark red vintage flooded her nostrils as she uncorked it. Tilting her head back, she took a long, deep swig straight from the bottle, savoring the rich flavor. The chilled liquid dribbled down her neck and onto her heaving bosom. How she wished a man’s tongue was mopping it up instead.
Inhibitions fading under the buzz of the alcohol, she gazed at her reflection in a full length mirror across from the bed – heavy lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, pouty lips. She looked absolutely debauched and it only fueled her lust further. Slowly, she traced a finger down her cleavage, over her toned stomach, to the damp fabric covering her needy sex. She could feel herself throbbing with unspent desire.
The brazen woman pushed the flimsy panties aside, revealing her bare, glistening pussy. Two fingers dipped between her slick folds, stroking her most intimate places as she watched herself in the mirror. Grabbing the wine bottle, she rubbed it between her thighs, coating it in her arousal. The idea of being so depraved excited her even more. She knew she was putting on quite the show for the person filming her intimate transgressions, and that knowledge only heightened her pleasure.
Rubbing her aching bud with one hand, she used the other to insert the open end of the bottle, sighing with relief as the thick glass filled her tight walls. Inch by inch, she slid it in deeper, gasping at the delicious stretch. She started pumping it in and out, curling the tip to stimulate her most sensitive spots. It felt positively sinful.
“Mmm, yes…” she moaned shamelessly, probably loud enough for her voyeuristic audience to hear. “Fuck me with that bottle.” Her toes curled as she worked herself closer to climax.
Now fully drunk on wine and pleasure, she rammed it deeper, rutting like an animal. She played with her nipples, pinching and tugging the stiff peaks, imagining a hot pair of lips wrapped around them. Her convulsions began, causing the sloshing wine to splash everywhere. But she didn’t care, lost in her own hedonistic world.
“Oh god, fuck yes!” she screamed her release, bearing down on the phallic object, muscles clamping down as she came harder than she had in ages. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, relishing the sweet rush of euphoria. Finally spent, she collapsed onto the bed, the bottle slipping out with a wet pop.
Lying splayed out and panting, her naked, overheated body was utterly wrecked. streams of cool wine dripped down her skin, mingling with her sweat. The room spun slightly as she tried to catch her breath, a satisfied smile tugging at her swollen lips.
Maybe, just maybe, someone else got to experience her salacious little secret tonight. And the thought sent a wicked thrill straight to her core once more…|im_end|>
