Purr-fect

She moves with that catwalk grace, but there is nothing tame about it. The blonde girl stretches across the bed, fingers gliding over smooth skin as she lets the mask slip into place. Soft curves give way to a round, inviting ass that she arches higher, each shift of her hips designed to draw the eye. Her hand drifts lower. She touches herself slowly at first, then faster, breath catching as the heat builds. A low sound escapes her, half moan, half purr, as the rhythm takes over and her body answers every stroke.