Foxy girl

Christine Diamond sits back, young and bare, her red hair catching the light like fire. She slides two fingers between her legs and spreads herself open. Slow at first. Then faster. Her hips roll into her own touch, every small sound caught in her throat. She works herself deeper, tighter, until her breath breaks and she rides out every pulse of it. The camera watches every slick motion, every arch, every tremble she gives when she finally comes.