Redhead

Crystal Crown turns and the camera follows. Auburn hair spills over her shoulders, catching the light like copper wire. She peels off her top first. Small breasts rise and fall as she catches her breath. Fingers trace each nipple until they stiffen, then slide down the flat line of her belly. She stretches out on the sheets, legs parting, and her hand slips between them. Two fingers part her lips; the third circles her clit in tight, deliberate strokes. Her hips start to roll, slow at first, then quicker. She pauses, reaches for the slim silver toy beside her, coats it with her own wetness, and eases it into her cunt. A soft gasp leaves her throat as she pushes deeper. The rhythm builds again—steady thrusts, her free hand still working her clit. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted, she rides the toy until her thighs tense and her stomach pulls tight. When the first wave hits, her back arches and a quiet cry breaks free. She keeps moving through it, slower now, drawing every last shiver from her body before she finally lets the toy slip free and lies still, skin flushed, breath slowing.