Introducing Regina Moon

Regina Moon is new. A fresh brunette in front of the lens. You can see her nerves straight away. She admits it out loud. Never touched herself before. Only been with guys. Nothing else. She slips off her panties anyway. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders and catches the light. Her breasts are full and heavy. Pale skin stretches tight across them. She cups one, then the other, testing the weight. Her fingers brush across her nipple and she pauses, surprised at how it feels. The room is quiet. She parts her thighs slowly and glances down at her own body like it’s unfamiliar territory. Her hand moves lower. One fingertip circles, hesitant. Then she presses in and the breath leaves her. She closes her eyes. Her hips shift once, then twice. She finds a rhythm and stays with it. Soft, wet sounds fill the quiet. Her free hand squeezes her breast harder now, no longer careful. She spreads wider. Legs tremble. She keeps going. Each stroke deeper than the last. Her lips part. A small sound escapes her. She bites it back. Then lets the next one out. Her back arches. The camera catches the flush rising up her chest. She is learning herself in real time. Fingers slick. Breathing rough. She never looks away from what she is doing. Not once.