Cute blonde

Joana walks in barefoot, blonde hair falling loose. She looks straight at the camera, tugs her skirt higher, and sinks onto the edge of the bed. Her fingers slip between her thighs. She rubs in slow circles, hips rolling, breath catching each time her fingertips press harder. She peels her panties down just enough to watch her own hand work, then pushes them aside altogether. One knee drops wider. She plays with the rhythm—short, firm strokes followed by long, lazy ones—until her skin glistens and her lips part around small, greedy sounds. Her free hand cups a breast through the thin top, thumb flicking over the nipple until it stands tight. The strokes quicken. She leans back, legs shaking, eyes half-lidded, chasing the edge she knows is coming fast. A sharp gasp, a sudden clench, and she rides it out with tight, circling fingers, the last tremors leaving her flushed and smiling at the lens.