Sexy Agnes Is A Real Dream Babe

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the room as Agnes lounged on the plush velvet couch. A taut white blouse did little to conceal the ample curves of her chest, stretching tight across her voluptuous breasts. She stretched languorously, slender legs stretching out in front of her.

Agnes was the very definition of a MILF, her blonde hair cascading in gentle waves over her shoulders, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. She was a dream come true, every man’s fantasy made manifest – and she knew it. HerFull lips curled into a slight smirk as she caught her own reflection in the polished wood coffee table.

With a sigh, she reached out to the side table and picked up the remote. Her fingers, nails painted a seductive shade of red, smooth over the cool plastic. As the click of a button echoed through the room, the soft strains of sensual music filled the air. Her body began to sway in time to the beat, her hips undulating with serpentine grace.

Rising smoothly to her feet, Agnes began to dance. Her movements were hypnotic, fluid and sensual. She moved with the confidence of a woman who knows her own worth, a pagan offering in a lithe, undulating body.

Slowly, teasingly, she unbuttoned her blouse. Buttons slipped free of their holes one by one, revealing an enticing glimpse of soft, creamy skin. A lacy white bra barely contained her ample bosom, the swell of her cleavage drawing the eye.

With a flick of her wrist, the blouse fell away, landing in a rumpled heap on the floor. Her hands moved to the fastening of her pencil skirt, and she shimmied out of it, kicking it aside. Now clad in just her bra, panties and thigh-high stockings, Agnes looked every inch the seductress.

Reaching behind her back, she unhooked her bra and let it drop. Her breasts spilled free, full and perky, nipples hardened from the cool air and heated desire. With a coy smile, she slipped a hand into her panties, touching herself through the satin fabric, teasing herself as much as the viewer.

Agnes turned away from the camera, her round ass pushed out enticingly. She looked back over her shoulder, biting her plump lip, before slowly rolling the panties down her long legs. She stepped out of them, now completely bare and exposed.

Sinking back onto the couch, she spread her legs invitingly, displaying the glistening pink of her pussy. One hand drifted back to her breast, cupping and squeezing the supple flesh, rolling a nipple between her fingertips. The other hand trailed lower, touching her intimately, her back arching at the contact.

A toy was produced from beneath a cushion – a sleek silver vibrator, ridged and tapered. Agnes brought it to her lips, laying a kiss upon the tip as she held the camera’s gaze. With a wicked grin, she brought it lower, rubbing it over her clit like a promise of pleasure to come.

She teased herself with the vibrator, sliding it along her slit, dipping it in ever so slightly before withdrawing. Her hips bucked up, seeking more, her fingers tangling in her own hair as she panted with need. Finally, she switched the toy on, a low hum filling the room, making her moan.

The vibrations against her most sensitive spot quickly built her towards climax, her moans turning into whimpers of ecstasy as she chased her release. Her body moved by instinct now, all thoughts lost to the pleasure coursing through her System messages flooded in, notifying her of her accolades and login queue. She mentally dismissed them all, too far gone to pay them any heed.

With a strangled cry, Agnes came undone. Her body seized up, back bowing off the couch as her orgasm crashed over her in waves of sweet, overwhelming pleasure. She thrashed and bucked, the toy still vibrating mercilessly against her oversensitive flesh.

Finally, she went limp, the toy tumbling from her lax fingers to lay on the couch beside her. Her chest heaved as she panted for breath, sweat glistening on her skin. A satisfied smile curled her lips.

As the post-orgasmic afterglow faded, Agnes became aware of her surroundings once more. She glanced at the camera, a bit sheepishly belatedly. “Heh. Well, that was…something.” Sitting up slowly, she reached for her discarded panties and shimmied back into them.

She gave Thetoothi a very naughty look. “Looks like this party’s over for now. But I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon. Until next time, handsome.”

With a cheeky wink, Agnes gathered up the rest of her clothes and headed for the door, humming softly to herself as she left.