There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on. The way her hands fumble at at the finicky metal button. A small obstacle impeding the access to her aching mound.

There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on. She hurriedly unzips with a satisfying whir and spreads the tight light fabric apart like she's parting the red sea. Yearning and craving what lies beneath.

There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on. Her hand delves under the fabric of her panties, little moans and gasps escape her lips. as her hand meets wet flesh

There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on. Her wrist stays bent at an awkward angle as her fingers slip into her wet slit. Her forearm tightens in protest but her pussy craves attention. Her finger tips plunge in and out, twisting pressure. She pulls her fingers free, slick with grool and circles her swollen clit.

There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on. She yanks the hem of her sweater up and paws at her bra. Her left tit comes spilling free as her thumb and fingers press and massage their way to her nipple. She gasps as tips meet nub pulling, prodding and toying, all the while her hand circles her clit. Alternating between soft slow sensual swirls and fast paced back and forth. Her fingers plunge back in as she squeezes harder. Pressure building, as pleasure begins to wash over her. Her pussy clenches around her fingers, her abs tighten as she throws her head back and moans. "Ohhhh fuckkk." Juices gush forth and cover the crotch of her panties, soaking her light washed denim. Little twitches and spasms wrack her orgasm filled being as she slowly comes down from her high.

There's something about a woman that masturbates with her jeans on, not wasting any time removing clothes, giving in almost wholeheartedly to her desires. Are you her?