Black beauty

Anna Bella sits in black lace lingerie, long blonde hair spilling over one shoulder. Her stare is cold but her fingers betray her. She runs one hand down her thigh, slow, then slips inside her panties and starts to touch herself. Every stroke gets deeper. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, hips rocking against her own hand. She spreads wider, pushes two fingers inside, pulls them out slick, rubs her clit harder, faster, until the cold look cracks and she comes with a short, sharp cry.