The Whispers 2
Another movie to savor by genius auteur Paul Black. Brunette Emily J is napping, fully dressed, in a quirky, lamp-lit vintage-chic bedroom, only for a rattling metal fan to rouse her – in every sense. She grabs her glasses to check it out, and glances at her ticking alarm clock. By the time it rings, just a couple minutes later, she has unbuttoned her scarlet shirt to expose her full breasts, and her hand is already inside of her pantyhose. The crotch stretches as she splays her legs, then she pulls it clear of her slit, so she can tease her clit with the frame of her glasses. Soon, she’s sighing and gasping with pleasure, her entire body quivering. The fan cuts out and she spits in her hand, smearing it on her stiff nipples as she sucks her juices from her glasses. Then she uses scissors to snip a hole in her pantyhose. One hand splays her exposed snatch wide open while the saliva-wet fingers of the other plunge in deep. As the fan kicks in again, Emily’s self-pleasure becomes almost too intense to bear. Her fingers are a blur, her heels alternately kick and dig into the sheets, her body convulses and her head thrashes against the pillow. As she cums, she sobs with the sheer emotion of it all. Then, as her orgasm dies away, the fan stops again, perhaps for good this time, although the clock keeps ticking. Totally spent, Emily drifts off to sleep, her breathing slow and deep as the film fades to black.
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