Introducing Kandi

Kandi gives herself the kind of attention no man would ever rush. She stretches out, legs parted, and lets her hand drift straight to that smooth, hairless slit. Two fingers press the soft lips apart so she can watch herself glisten. She circles the swollen clit in slow, deliberate loops, then slips a single finger deep, knuckles flexing, pulling it out slick and shiny before sinking it back in. Her breath catches, quickens. She adds a second finger, stretching the tight little hole until the walls cling and squeeze. Hips rock up to meet each thrust, small breasts bouncing with the motion. When she finally presses her thumb hard against her clit and rubs, the orgasm rolls through her in long, trembling waves, leaving her spread open and glistening, still pulsing around her own hand.