Kinky girlfriend

She took her time. Clothes slid off her body one piece at a time, revealing the soft curve of her hips, the swell of her tits. The camera caught every move. I sat there and watched her fingers slip between her legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit until her thighs trembled. Blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, strands sticking to her damp skin. She moaned quietly, almost to herself, lost in the feeling. The sight of her touching herself like that made my cock throb. By the end of it, I could barely stand it. I needed to have her, right then.