Mili's pink pussy

Mili moves slow, pink silk clinging to her curves, but it’s that tender little pussy that holds your gaze. The lips part with each breath she takes, soft and flushed, already damp. She slides two fingers down and spreads them, showing the shine inside. A lazy circle around her clit, then a push inside. She bites her lip, hips rocking, breath catching. Juice gathers on her knuckles, slick and warm. She pulls the fingers free, sucks them clean, eyes half-closed. Her thighs tremble. She keeps going, pressing harder now, chasing that deep throb until her stomach tightens and the first wave rolls through her.