Nasty cousin

Meet Camille. Candy’s blonde cousin. Same filthy streak, different girl. She’s decided today is the day to take her clothes off for the camera and she doesn’t look nervous. She starts with the white lace set that barely covers anything, sliding the bra cups down so her soft tits sit bare and full. She rolls her pink nipples between finger and thumb, slow at first, then quicker. Heat creeps up her neck, her breath catching every time she tugs a little harder. She stays in the panties, just for a while. One hand slips underneath the damp fabric and she rubs tight circles over her clit, hips rolling against her own palm. The lace is soaked before long, so she pushes the crotch aside and spreads her thighs wide. Two slim fingers slide inside, slick and easy, knuckles pressing deep. She fucks herself steady, each stroke making wet sounds that fill the quiet room. Camille keeps her eyes on the lens the whole time. When the panties finally come off, she tosses them aside and opens herself wider, two fingers stretching her pussy, a third brushing the tight ring of her ass, teasing. Her toes curl into the sheets, her free hand never leaving her breasts, pinching, pulling, keeping the edge sharp. Every few thrusts her clit gives a visible throb and a soft moan slips past her parted lips. She comes with her legs shaking, fingers buried to the last knuckle, back arched off the bed. She stays open for the camera, flushed, still pulsing, like she wants you to see every wet throb before the scene fades out.