So sweet

Jenna still looks young enough to make you wonder how she got here at all. Barely out of her teens, she sits on the edge of the bed, the kind of girl who blushes when a stranger calls her beautiful. Her hair falls in messy blonde strands, caught between innocent and dirty in the same breath. Her fingers hover at the hem of her skirt, then slip beneath it. She parts her knees and starts to rub, slow circles over the damp fabric of her panties. Each stroke brings a little sound out of her, a soft catch in her throat that grows as her fingers push the cotton aside. Now she works the slick seam of her cunt directly, two fingers pressing and sliding, then three. She rocks her hips, chasing it, and the wet sound grows louder. That hunger takes over. Jenna gets on all fours, cheeks spread, breath hot against the sheets. The toy is small but unforgiving, and she works it in, inch by careful inch. Her ass opens around it, shiny with lube, and she fucks herself with steady strokes, head down, moans building. When she comes, it’s sudden, a deep, rolling tremor through her thighs and belly. Her toes curl, back arches, and the camera catches every tremor, every pulse. Afterward, she’s on her knees again, lips parted, face tilted up for what she wants. The load lands across her cheek, across her tongue, dripping down her chin in white streaks that she licks away like it’s candy. She smiles, sweet and shameless, still young enough to blush but old enough to know exactly what she likes.