Castro's fingers are a blur, her pussy glistening with her arousal. She's on a mission, her body tense, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. The room is filled with the wet, slapping sound of her flesh against flesh, her moans a symphony of pleasure. She's close, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around her fingers. With a final, desperate cry, she comes, her cum shooting out, painting her tits and stomach in her own juices. She collapses, her body spent, a satisfied smile on her lips.