Stracy
Sexy stray
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Stracy Stone stands tall at five feet ten, a slim 125 pounds, with long legs and a navel piercing that catches the light when her shirt rides up. Her dark hair falls straight against her back, brown eyes steady, size-seven feet bare against the floor. She moves slowly, deliberately, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time until the fabric parts and her breasts are exposed. She lets it slip from her shoulders and fall, then hooks her thumbs into her panties and slides them down her thighs. Naked now, she stretches out on the bed, legs open, the small jewel in her belly button rising and falling with each breath. Her fingers drift lower, tracing the line of her hip before slipping between her folds. She parts herself, wet already, and circles her clit in slow, precise strokes. A quiet sigh escapes her as she pushes two fingers inside, the rhythm steady and unhurried, building heat until her hips lift and her free hand grips the sheet.
Stracy Stone stands tall at five feet ten, a slim 125 pounds, with long legs and a navel piercing that catches the light when her shirt rides up. Her dark hair falls straight against her back, brown eyes steady, size-seven feet bare against the floor. She moves slowly, deliberately, unbuttoning her blouse one button at a time until the fabric parts and her breasts are exposed. She lets it slip from her shoulders and fall, then hooks her thumbs into her panties and slides them down her thighs. Naked now, she stretches out on the bed, legs open, the small jewel in her belly button rising and falling with each breath. Her fingers drift lower, tracing the line of her hip before slipping between her folds. She parts herself, wet already, and circles her clit in slow, precise strokes. A quiet sigh escapes her as she pushes two fingers inside, the rhythm steady and unhurried, building heat until her hips lift and her free hand grips the sheet.