A HIT NEW BOMBSHELL ENTERS THE F1 WORLD
Celia Winter, the first woman to ever win a Grand Prix and the woman that almost (by 9 points) won the world championships her second year
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Smut Celia was laying in her bed. Race day exhausted her but she was glad she made it out with winning it. Max who finished second was still out and about probably at debrief. Naturally the blonde German girl got bored. She was still wearing the red lingerie she and Julia had bought giggling for her to tease Max yet he was nowhere to be found.
She had gotten rid of her clothes. Only wearing lingerie and an oversized shirt of Max. She had been waiting for him to come back and she was getting impatient.
She decided to take matters into her own hands. She took off the shirt revealing her red lingerie. It was a two piece set with a thong and bra that showed off her breasts well.
Lucky for her the bathroom door had a mirror. She could watch herself. She laid on the bed and started to play with her breasts. She loved how they felt in her hands. Her nipples were hard and she played with them, rubbing them between her fingers. She took off the bra and threw it to the side of the room. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Her breasts were so big and her nipples were hard. She continued to play with them, pinching them and rolling them between her fingers. She was so turned on by what the TikTok edits of Max she had seen earlier that she started to rub her pussy through her panties.
She loved how it felt. She pulled her panties off and looked at herself in the mirror. Her pussy was shaved smooth. She continued to rub her pussy, feeling how wet she was getting. She took her other hand and began to rub her clit.
She loved how it felt when she rubbed it, the tingling sensation that went through her body. She closed her eyes and imagined Max's hands on her body, touching all the right places.
She moaned as she continued to rub her clit, her body beginning to respond. She could feel the heat building between her legs, and she knew that it wouldn't be long before she came. She continued to rub herself, feeling the pleasure build inside of her.
She moaned again, louder this time, as she felt her orgasm begin to build. She rubbed herself faster and harder, feeling the pleasure build even more. She moaned again, louder still, as she felt her orgasm approaching.
She imagined Max touching her. Not for the first time. It was a shame for her to admit that in her eralier years before she ever met him she also thought of him in this way. Him touching her like this. Maybe she loved him. Maybe she never wanted anyone else ever. Him only him. Yet he wasn't hers and would never be.
She smiled thinking of him but continued. She moved her fingers faster inside of herself. She was so close. Her fingers moved faster and faster, her moans louder and louder.
She imagined him touching her in this way, his fingers inside of her. She came hard as she continued to rub herself through the orgasm, until it had subsided. She pulled her fingers out of her and licked them clean.
She was exhausted, but she had to get ready. She got up and went into the bathroom to shower. The hot water felt good on her skin as she washed herself off.
