Mystery girl

She starts out looking almost too shy to touch herself. Then the satin and lace come off, and the camera catches every curve of that full, round ass. She settles back, legs open, and her fingers slip between them like they already know the way. The brunette watches herself. Slow circles turn faster. She bites her lip, breath catching, hips lifting right off the bed to meet every stroke. A soft, greedy sound escapes her, and she doesn’t hide it. She just keeps going, chasing the heat until her thighs tremble and her eyes go glassy with need.