Bodalicious

Bernice walks in slow, hips rolling under a black lace set. She smiles at the camera like she knows exactly what you came for. Her tits spill heavy over the cups, natural and soft. She peels the bra down. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. One hand slides lower, fingers slipping under the thin thong. She watches her own hand work between her thighs, breath catching every time her clit answers. Her legs open wider. The fabric stretches. She bites her lip, pushes two fingers inside, then pulls them out glistening. She tastes herself, eyes half-lidded. Her free hand squeezes a breast, rolls the nipple, tugs until it stands. She keeps going, hips lifting to meet her own fingers, slow at first, then harder. Her thighs tremble. A soft moan slips out, then another. She doesn’t rush. She wants you to see every second of it.