I pushed the door open and stepped inside without making a sound.
The room was dim, lit only by the faint hallway glow spilling in behind me. That soft light carved long, dramatic shadows across Nathalie's writhing, sweat-slicked body sprawled on the bed like a bitch in heat.
She was completely lost in her own filthy fantasy — back arched sharply off the mattress, thighs spread obscenely wide, three fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her dripping, hairy cunt.
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, brows furrowed in desperate, cock-hungry concentration. Her full lips were parted, releasing raw, needy gasps and broken whimpers that filled the room.
The thick, musky-sweet scent of her soaked pussy hung heavy in the air, so potent and slutty it made my cock throb instantly against my pants.
The wet, obscene sounds of her fingers brutally fucking her hairy hole echoed shamelessly — loud, squelching, filthy slurps as she plunged in and out.
