Gemstone

Zafira knows how to make a camera sweat. She stands there with nothing on but that knowing smile, then turns and gives you everything. Her fingers trail down her stomach, dip between her legs, and she spreads herself open without a hint of shame. Blonde hair falls across one shoulder as she leans back, stroking slow and deliberate while her other hand squeezes her breast. Every movement is for the lens. She parts her lips, circles her clit, then pushes two fingers inside and watches herself take them. Her hips rise to meet each thrust. She never rushes. Every time she pulls her fingers out they glisten, and she licks them clean before sliding them back in. When she finally comes, she keeps her eyes on the camera, breath shaking, thighs trembling around her hand.