Bikini babe

She stands there in her new bikini, already looking like trouble. The fabric stretches tight across a body built to make trouble worth it. Her ass curves like it was carved for the sun, and her tits sit high and firm, nipples pressing through like they want out. She knows exactly how she looks and doesn't rush to do anything about it. She touches herself slow, one hand sliding over the thin bikini bottom, pressing the material into her skin while the other traces the swell of her breast. Every move is for her own pleasure, deliberate, almost teasing. When she finally pulls the top aside, those perky tits spill free, nipples already stiff. She cups one, rolls it between her fingers, then slips her other hand lower, under the bikini. The fabric moves with her as she strokes herself, slow circles that turn faster when her hips start to roll. She doesn't look away from the mirror, watching her own fingers disappear beneath the bikini line, listening to the wet sound her cunt makes when she gets really into it. A small, satisfied smile pulls at her lips each time her body answers her touch.