Fingers knuckle-deep in that exposed slit, squatting wide on the carpet with thighs trembling from the stretch. Wet schlicking sounds echo as she rubs her clit raw, lace straps digging into pale skin, tits bare and heaving with each gasp. Ankles flex, gold chain glints — pussy lips parted obscenely, juices dripping down to the rug. She grinds harder, breath hitching into sharp moans, hips bucking solo against her own hand. Pace quickens, skin slaps softly against thigh, building to a shuddering peak right there by the chair.