Thalia Mint

Thalia Mint turns toward the lens, blue eyes steady, small breasts rising with each breath. She wears nothing but sheer panties that cling to her hips, letting the light slip through. Her fingers trace the fabric, then slip beneath it. She slides the panties down slowly, baring the tight triangle of her sex. A slim finger parts her lips, finding wetness already waiting. She coats two fingers, brings them up to show the gloss, then sinks them back in. The dildo waits beside her, curved and slick. Thalia lifts it, runs the head along her slit, circles her clit until her hips lift from the sheets. She presses it inside, inch by inch, breath catching. Her free hand moves to her breast, pinching the nipple as she fucks herself in long, even strokes. When she comes, it’s quiet at first, then a sharp cry, thighs trembling around the toy still buried deep.