Blondine

Aletta stands there, sun on her skin, a teenager who knows exactly what she wants. Her small, tight body is a tease—round, perky tits you could squeeze for hours, narrow waist, legs that look even longer in the delicate lingerie hugging her hips. Long blonde hair catches the light, soft waves brushing her shoulders and framing a face that looks almost sweet until she smirks. She runs her hands over herself like she’s already imagining how good it’s going to feel, slipping fingers under the lace to tease the bare skin beneath. Nothing rushed. She enjoys every slow touch, every little shiver that rolls through her. The sunlight warms her as she pushes the fabric aside, spreads her legs just enough, and starts to play. Her breath catches, blonde hair falling over one cheek, mouth parted. She moves her fingers in small, steady circles, hips tilting up to meet her own hand. Every stroke is deliberate. Her nipples tighten under the thin lace, and a quiet moan escapes her as she keeps going, lost in the feeling, giving herself exactly what she came here for.