Pink dream

Viktoria Blond stands behind the bar like she knows exactly what men notice first. She peels away her top, then slides her skirt down slow. Nothing left but smooth, bare skin and that teasing glint in her eyes. Fingers drift between her thighs, finding that wet heat. She rubs in tight circles, hips shifting, breath catching. Her blonde hair falls across one shoulder as she pushes deeper, legs opening wider on the stool. Soft, needy sounds slip out with every stroke. The pace quickens, body trembling, until the tension breaks and she comes with a quiet, shaky cry.