Perfect figure

Mercedes stands there, all pale curves and peach-soft skin. You can’t look away. Her tits sit high and round, the kind that don’t need help, nipples already stiff from the cool air. The kind of ass you want to cup with both hands and squeeze until she gasps. A slow, wicked little smile curls across her lips as she watches your eyes crawl over her, like she knows exactly how wet that look makes her. She slips two fingers between her thighs, parts them just enough, and lets the first slow stroke begin.