“do you finger yourself” begins with soft morning light spilling over a blonde in white lace lingerie. She kneels on the bed, slowly peeling the fabric away while murmuring “do you finger yourself” with each revealed inch of skin. In “do you finger yourself”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “do you finger yourself”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “do you finger yourself” as she rides her hand faster, begging “do you finger yourself” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “do you finger yourself”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.