Candy girl

She has eyes that sparkle when she smiles, and that smile is pure trouble. Her curves catch the light the moment she steps into frame—full breasts, a round ass that sways with every move, and a body that looks made to be watched. She knows it, too. Strips slow. Lets her hands wander over soft skin, cupping those heavy tits, brushing fingertips across tight nipples. When she spreads her legs, she does it for the mirror first, teasing herself with a lazy stroke, already wet, already breathing harder. No rush. She touches like she’s tasting something sweet and plans to savor every second.