Lovely Lulu

Lulu plays sweet and small. You think she's only here to touch herself. She proves you wrong in seconds. She spreads on the bed, fingers sliding over bare skin, teasing the way a girl who knows what she wants does. The camera catches every wet sound, every little gasp. Her blonde hair falls across the pillow while her free hand works between her thighs. She turns on her side, slips two fingers deep, then pulls them out shiny. The rhythm quickens. Her hips lift. She bites her lip, chasing the heat that climbs fast. Right when the edge comes close, she stops, smiles, and starts again, letting the ache build until it breaks. She finishes with a soft cry, body shaking, then lies still, catching her breath, fingers resting on her stomach like she's already thinking about the next round.