

Sydney Wilde lies on her back across the rumpled four-poster bed, pencil skirt bunched at her waist, legs spread wide, sheer black thigh-highs and matte black Louboutin heels still on. She strokes her swollen, dripping labia, then slides two fingers deep inside and begins slow, sensual masturbation, the wet sounds of her slick pussy filling the room. In a low, husky voice she moans and speaks, each phrase broken by pleasure: “Observe… the engorgement… of my labia minora… the reflexive… lubrication… of my vaginal vault… and the anterior… pelvic tilt… that facilitates… optimal penetration depth… To put it in simpler terms… I’m ready… to be fucked hard… your test… begins… now—” Her voice cracks into a trembling moan as her body shudders on the edge of climax.





