Lying back on a rumpled bed with her dark hair fanned across the pillow, August Skye works her fingers in slow circles between her thighs. The white top barely contains her heavy tits as her back arches and her breath quickens. One hand grips the blanket while the other does the work, her pussy already glistening under her touch. Her hips lift slightly, chasing the sensation as she bites her lip and lets out a quiet moan. The room is quiet except for her soft gasps, the kind that say she’s not stopping anytime soon.