Casting of Pocahontas

She stood there, tall and lean, legs stretching for days. Her smile curved wicked and her eyes caught the light like glass catching fire. Every inch of her was built to be stared at. But it was the bare, untouched pussy between her thighs that made everything else seem secondary. Tight. Pink. Perfect. She let her fingers drift down, parting herself for the camera, showing exactly what she’d been saving. The camera lingered, and so did the eye, and so did the heat that started to bloom in the room.