Incitar

She turns in one slow, liquid swirl, the black abaya whispering around her as she sinks into a deep arch. Only her eyes show above the niqab, glancing back over her shoulder with proud, filthy certainty. Her hips roll in thick waves under the fabric. She gathers the abaya up behind herself, spreads her backside open, and drags two fingers through her soaked middle. Then she tugs the robe aside just enough and pushes them in with a wet, greedy slide, fucking herself on her own hand while the niqab stays in place and those eyes stay locked on whoever is watching.