Sophia wants you

Sophia Knight wants you watching. She stretches out on the bed and lets your eyes trace every inch of her pale skin. Her fingers cup her breasts first, squeezing, teasing the nipples until they stiffen. Then she slides lower. One hand parts her thighs; the other finds her pussy and circles the slick little bud. She arches, hips rolling, breath catching as she pushes two fingers inside. The rhythm builds—slow, then urgent—until her legs tremble and she comes with a soft, broken moan, thinking only of you.