Lena Anderson “I’ve been married for just over a year now, I miss hooking up with other women” S1:E

“My husband’s a wonderful man, truly he is,” Lena Anderson purred into the digital camera, her sultry brown eyes glinting with mischief. “And believe me, I’m a very lucky girl to have him.” She paused, her full, rosy lips curling right into a coy smile. “But sometimes, a woman needs something…more.”

Lena lay again on the mattress, her bare physique on full show, curves dipping and rising enticingly. Her pores and skin was sun-kissed bronze, contrasting deliciously with the crisp white linen beneath her. She ran a hand alongside her facet, tracing the sensual line of her hip and down her slender thigh, the smooth flesh quivering at her contact.

“I’ve been married for just over a year now,” Lena continued, her voice a low, intimate murmur. “And while I adore my husband, there are times when I find myself craving the softness of another woman. The tender, passionate way a female lover can caress and kiss and touch me in all the right places.”

Lena’s hand skimmed over her toned abdomen, fingers lingering on the lacy fringe of her pink panties. She bit her plump backside lip, letting out a smooth moan as she calmly brushed over the damp cloth. “Mmm, just thinking about it gets me so hot and bothered,” she breathed, her cheeks flushing a fragile pink.

With a sultry smile, Lena slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and slowly slid the panties down her lengthy legs, revealing her neatly trimmed triangle of darkish curls. She unfold her thighs wantonly, exposing her glistening pink folds. “I wonder if you ladies can relate,” she teased, “all that pent-up frustration, that aching, desperate need for someone to stroke and tease and lick this greedy little pussy.”

Lena trailed off right into a throaty groan as she parted her slick outer lips with two fingers, revealing her throbbing, engorged clit. Her different hand slid all the way down to rub agency circles over her swollen nub, hips rocking subtly into her contact. “Oh fuck yes,” she gasped, her pink tongue darting out to moist her lips. “I need a woman to eat me out. To bury her face between my thighs and devour my hot, dripping cunt until I’m writhing and screaming.”

Lena pumped two fingers deep into her clenching channel, the moist, obscene sounds filling the room. “I want her to use her fingers and tongue like instruments, playing my body until I’m a quivering, whimpering mess,” she panted, hips grinding down in opposition to her thrusting digits. “Teasing my g-spot with lapping strokes and sucking hard on my clit until I come undone.”

She scissored her fingers inside herself, spreading her partitions wider. Her thumb continued rubbing mercilessly over her engorged clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing in opposition to the slick pad. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” Lena moaned, constructing herself nearer to the precipice. “Work that wet pussy, make it contract and flutter around those delicious fingers.”

Lena’s entire physique started to tremble, the strain coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Her thigh muscle tissues quivered, interior partitions clenching and fluttering rhythmically as her climax approached. She pinched and rolled her clit roughly between her fingers, the extreme friction sending sparks of ecstasy by means of her nerves.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come!” Lena keened, bucking her hips frantically in opposition to her hand. “Fuck yes, fuck, I’m coming!” Her again arched sharply, each muscle snapping taut as she hurtled over the sting into bliss.

Hips jerking wildly, Lena wailed in rapture, physique wracked with the power of her launch. Her pussy gushed and clenched, drenched interior partitions rippling round her plunging fingers. She rolled and bucked mindlessly, the toe-curling ecstasy stretching out as she rode out the waves of delight.

Lena collapsed again on the mattress, chest heaving as aftershocks coursed by means of her. A glad smirk curved her swollen lips. “Ooft, that hit the spot,” she giggled breathlessly. She pulled her soaked fingers from her still-fluttering channel and introduced them to her mouth, licking them clear with a lascivious moan. “Yummy, I do make some tasty pussy.”

Leisurely, Lena rose from the mattress and stretched languidly, again arching and full breasts thrusting out. “But that’s just a sample, my darlings. A little teaser, if you will.” She waggled her naked hips playfully. “I hope that wet, pink treat got you nice and hot and bothered.”

Lena picked up her discarded panties and pantomimed slipping them again on, laughing at her personal naughty antics. “I’ll torture myself in these feisty, frilly little things until next time,” she purred, wiggling her arse enticingly. “And next time, maybe I’ll bring a friend to play…”

With a saucy wink and an air-kiss to the digital camera, Lena blew out the imaginary candles and disappeared from sight, leaving her naughty viewers aching with pent-up lust. But she’d be again quickly sufficient to stoke these scintillating flames of need as soon as extra.