Cheerful Eva

Eva smiles like she’s already come. The camera finds her on the bed, knees wide, little white socks still on, nothing else. Sunlight stripes across her belly and catches on the fine blonde hair at the top of her slit. Two fingers slip straight between those lips, part them, show how wet she already is. A soft sound leaves her throat. She likes being watched. Likes knowing you’re watching. She rolls her hips, grinds against her hand, then pulls the fingers free and spreads the shine across her clit in slow circles. Her free hand drifts up, cups one small breast, pinches the pink nipple until it tightens. She bites her lip, smiles again, and pushes two fingers inside herself, knuckle-deep, fucking them slow and steady. Her thighs tense. The smile never leaves. It only gets dirtier as the slick sounds grow louder and her breath shortens. She pulls out, rubs faster, hips lifting, chasing it. When she comes her mouth opens, soundless at first, then a low, happy whimper. She keeps stroking through every aftershock, still smiling, still wet, still offering every inch of herself to the lens.