Golden girl

Bianca looks like she just stepped out of a dream. Her skin stays so pale it almost glows against the yellow of her hair. She keeps her eyes down, but they flick up now and then and steal the air right out of the room. The rest of her answers the question every look raises: small, tight waist, high little breasts that tilt up, hips that flare just enough to sway when she walks. She knows what she’s got, but she plays at not knowing. That shy act only lasts until she settles on the edge of the bed, legs parting, one hand already sliding down. Her fingers find her pussy wet and open. Two strokes and the shyness drops. She rubs slow, then faster, teasing her clit until her breath hitches. The other hand slips lower, finds the tight pucker of her ass, and circles it with spit-slick fingers. She pushes one inside, slow at first, then deeper, the knuckle catching, then gone again. Her hips rock to meet both hands, cunt and ass working together. Moans come quiet, then sharper, until she cums hard enough to shake the bed. Before the aftershocks fade she drops to her knees, mouth open, tongue out. The first hot spurt lands across her cheek, the next catches her lips, the rest stripes her pretty face until it glistens.