Sasha Rose by the pool

Sasha Rose stands by the pool. Black hair clings to her shoulders as sunlight hits her skin. She turns, bends at the waist, and shows her pussy and asshole without a trace of modesty. Then her hand slips between her legs. Fingers circle, press, sink in. She works herself slowly at first, then faster, hips rocking, breath tightening. Her free hand grabs her ass, holds it open for a better view. The climax rolls through her in tight waves. After it peaks, she straightens just enough, parts her thighs, and a clear stream arcs from her. It splashes on the tiles, runs in thin lines across the hot stone. She watches it fall, eyes half-lidded, body still trembling from the pleasure that pulled it out of her.