Nasty girl

Peaches is no ordinary blonde. She seems polite. Sweet. The type of girl you might introduce to your parents. Until she pulls her top up and squeezes her own tits without breaking eye contact. No toys. No excuses. Just her hands moving under her skirt, fingers working fast between her legs while she stares straight at the lens. Then she lets go. A hot stream sprays across the floor, runs down her thighs, leaves wet streaks on the wood. She watches it spread, breathing heavy. The camera lingers on the puddle, on her flushed face, on the fingers she lifts to her mouth. Nothing extra. Just a nasty girl doing exactly what you didn’t think she would.