Flexi teen

Zafira settled on the couch in nothing but sheer black lace lingerie. She parted her legs, then brought her ankles to her ears. The thin fabric stretched tight across her mound. With her cunt now inches from her face, she slid two fingers beneath the lace and spread herself. Her clit glistened, her folds pink and wet. A single fingertip traced slow circles while she watched every twitch and swell. The brunette’s breath hitched, hips rocking against her own hand. She stayed folded in that extreme pose, legs straight, toes pointed, her body an elegant knot of tension and pleasure. Juice slicked her fingers. She slipped one inside, then two, pushing deep until her knuckles brushed the lace. The blonde highlights in her hair caught the light each time her head tipped back in a quiet moan.