Mermaid

Christina Bella stands poolside like a fantasy made flesh, her tight young frame taut and perfect under the sun. Blonde hair catches the light as she lets her black bikini bottom fall. Her breasts sit high, full and round. She spreads her legs on the lounge and touches herself, fingers moving slow at first, then firmer, pressing into the wet heat between them. The camera lingers on every fold, every shiver that runs through her thighs. Her other hand cups one breast, squeezes the nipple until it stands stiff. She sighs, hips rolling into her own touch, eyes half-closed, mouth open. The water beside her stays still while her body moves in quiet, urgent rhythm.