Holiday hottie

Met a girl named Brea Bennett on St. John. Blonde, American, and so good-looking it made me stop mid-step. We clicked fast. When I asked if she'd pose for me she didn't hesitate. She stands in front of the lens now wearing nothing but thin, lace lingerie that barely covers anything. The light catches her skin as she slips her hand inside the waistband and starts to touch herself. Slow strokes at first, then firmer, hips rocking just enough to make the fabric shift and slide. Her free hand cups one breast, squeezing, thumb circling the nipple through the sheer material until it stands stiff. Brea spreads her legs wider, fingers working deeper, breath catching every time she brushes the right spot. The lingerie clings, damp where her fingers press, and she pulls it aside for a clearer view of how wet she is. Her other hand moves lower, teasing, stroking, matching the rhythm until her thighs begin to tremble. She comes with a soft, bitten-off sound, back arching, hand still moving through the aftershocks. When she opens her eyes again she's smiling, flushed, ready for whatever comes next.