Glam look

Jenny F stands alone in the soft light. Her dark hair falls past her shoulders. She moves her hands over her breasts first, feeling the weight, then slides them lower. Her breath quickens as she parts her thighs. Every stroke is slow and deliberate. She presses two fingers inside herself, hips rolling in time with the rhythm she sets. Her chest rises and falls, skin flushed, muscles tight. She watches her own hand, eyes half-lidded, mouth open. The room is quiet except for her breathing and the wet sound of her touch. She brings herself closer, legs shaking, fingers moving faster. Then she slows again, teasing, drawing it out. Another deep breath and she pushes harder, back arching, eyes closing as pleasure takes over. No one else in the frame. Just her, lost in it, giving you every second.