Tessa Fowler – Lingerie Bed 1
Title: Tessa Fowler’s Lingerie Bedtime Indulgence
Tessa Fowler, a ripe and ravishing MILF, saunters into her boudoir, her curvaceous figure barely contained by a revealing lacy negligee. The crimson negligee accentuates her fiery red hair, which cascades down her back in loose, tousled waves. Her emerald eyes sparkle with mischief as she sidles up to the grand four-poster bed, the silken sheets beckoning her to indulge in a night of self-pleasure.
Tessa sprawls across the bed, her ample bosom heaving with each breath. She languidly stretches, arching her back and pointing her toes, putty in her own hands as she savors the feel of the luxurious bedding against her skin. Her voluptuous body, a work of art etched with the delicate lines of age, is a feast for the eyes.
With a coy smile, Tessa reaches up and unclasps her negligee, letting the flimsy garment slip off her shoulders and pool around her waist. She takes a moment to admire her buxom breasts, cupping them in her hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Her dusky nipples harden under her touch, begging to be suckled and caressed.
Tessa traces her fingers down her stomach, feeling the soft curve of her belly and the swell of her hips. She hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and shimmies out of it, baring her most intimate parts to the cool night air. She parts her thighs, revealing the glistening folds of her womanhood, already damp with arousal.
She turns onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and crossing her legs at the ankle. She looks directly into the camera, her gaze smoldering with desire. “Guaranteed to make you cream,” she purrs, her accent dripping with British honey. She trails two fingers down her neck, circling her breasts, and over her stomach, before teasingly circling her clit.
Tessa’s breath hitches as she applies pressure to her sensitive bud, her back arching off the bed. She rolls onto her back, spreading her legs wide open, giving the camera an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts. She plunges two fingers into her waiting heat, fucking herself with a steady rhythm.
Her free hand Tweaks her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and pulling on them just hard enough to send jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She circles her clit with her thumb, the dual sensation driving her closer to the edge. Her thighs begin to quiver, her body coiling tight as she chases her release.
Tessa’s moans echo off the walls of the bedroom, her cries of pleasure building in volume as she teeters on the brink of ecstasy. She thrusts her fingers deeper, harder, fucking herself with wild abandon. Her body tenses, every muscle pulling taut as she hurtles over the edge, her orgasm crashing through her like a tidal wave.
She rides out the waves of her climax, her body undulating and her back bowing off the bed. She collapses back onto the mattress, chest heaving and skin glistening with a sheen of sweat. She looks up at the camera, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Oh my,” she breathes, her accent making the words sound extra sinful. “That was delicious.”
Tessa lies on the bed for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her solo indulgence. She uncrosses her legs, giving one last tantalizing view of her Continue Reading
