Beautiful Flower

Puma Swede moves like something grown wild on purpose. The blonde is all smooth lines and long limbs when she stands in the center of the frame. Nothing hides her—breasts high, hips flared, skin bare from head to toe. She slides her hand between her legs and starts slow, two fingers rubbing over her clit in lazy circles. Her breathing changes right away, soft little sounds rising each time she presses harder. She drops into a chair, legs spread wide, and keeps stroking—faster now, then slower, teasing herself. Her other hand squeezes one breast, pinching the nipple until it stands stiff. The rhythm grows urgent. Her hips rock against her fingers, chasing the feeling, and she stays locked on the camera the whole time, eyes half-lidded, mouth open.