Ten things about Mirella

Ten things about Mirella. Her hair falls in silky blonde strands that catch the light. Dark eyes glint when she smiles, the kind of smile that hints at trouble. She teases slowly, cupping her small breasts, letting her thumbs circle the soft pink nipples until they tighten. Her waist tapers, narrow hips shifting as she turns to show the firm curve of her ass. She runs a hand between her legs, fingers gliding over smooth skin, parting the wet folds. Breathing deeper now, she spreads her thighs wider, tracing lazy circles over her clit. A brunette strand slips across one cheek when she leans back, legs open, two fingers sliding inside. She watches the lens, biting her lip, working herself with steady strokes until the first shiver rolls through her body.