New diamond

Sarah Diamant walks in. Her body is small, tight, and already asking to be looked at. She slips out of her dress without a hint of shyness and lets it fall. The lingerie underneath is black, barely there, and she looks straight at the lens like she wants you to watch every inch she uncovers. Her hands move to her breasts first. She cups them, thumbs tracing the lace. Then lower. She slides her fingers beneath the thin strap of her panties and presses down. The motion is slow at first, then quicker, her hips starting to roll. A soft sound leaves her throat. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again, staring like she knows exactly who’s watching. She pushes the panties down her thighs and steps out of them. Now nothing hides her. Her fingers go back between her legs, slick and open, working in steady circles that get faster. Her other hand grips her breast, squeezing. She’s not rushing, but she’s not teasing either. She wants the feeling to build and she’s not hiding it. When her breathing changes and her legs start to tremble, she keeps going, chasing it until her body tightens and the pleasure hits hard enough to make her gasp.