Alexis Crystal

Alexis Crystal stepped into the Club Sandy set with that quiet, almost nervous smile Czech girls sometimes carry. The lights caught the soft angles of her face and the slim lines of her body. She looked smaller in person than on film, but the camera loved the contrast. Her skin held a faint sheen already, and every little shift she made felt like an invitation. She let her hands drift along her thighs, parting them slowly, then tracing back up to her small breasts. Fingers circled her nipples until they stiffened. She leaned back, knees falling open wider, and slid two fingers between her folds. The wet sound was unmistakable as she worked them in and out, hips rolling to meet each stroke. Her breath came quicker. She pulled the fingers free, glistening, and brought them to her lips for a quick taste before returning them to her clit. The rhythm built. Her thighs trembled. A soft cry slipped out as her back arched and the orgasm rolled through her in tight waves.