Snake-charmer

Snakes used to carry evil reputations back when the old stories were told. She does not mind. In fact, she likes the bite of danger, and she keeps one pet that fits the bill. Right now the blonde teen wants you to watch how she charms it. She parts her smooth thighs on the bed, settles on her heels, and lets her fingers take over the ritual. One hand glides between her legs, tracing the soft folds until they glisten. The other hand lingers at her breast, rolling the pink nipple until it tightens. She breathes slow, eyes half-closed, then quickens the pace. Her middle finger slips inside, drawing a wet sound, and she works it deeper, hips giving a tiny roll every time her knuckles press home. She pulls out, circles the swollen clit again, and pushes back in, the rhythm growing tighter, wetter, louder. The brunette camera records every shiver, every twitch of her stomach, every flutter of her lashes. She keeps the beat steady, fucking herself with slow, deliberate strokes that turn sharp and hungry as the need builds. A flush spreads across her chest, her breath catches, and she grinds down against her own palm until the first spasm ripples through her. The second comes quicker, sharper, leaving her gasping. She stays open, slick fingers resting on trembling skin, the scene fading on the quiet after-pulse of her satisfied body.