Angel B. is a night owl, her desires stirring as the world sleeps. She slips out of her clothes, her body a sinuous curve in the dim light. Her fingers find their way to her pussy, parting her folds, her clit throbbing under her touch. She reaches for her toy, a thick, realistic dildo, and brings it to her mouth, licking and sucking it like a Popsicle. She's a sight to behold, her ass in the air, her head thrown back, as she slides the toy into her pussy, fucking herself slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Her nightly solo sessions are a dance of desire, a symphony of moans and wet, sucking sounds, as she chases her orgasm in the silent hours.