Blonde wonder

Janny flashes that kinky smile of hers and the room gets smaller. Long blonde hair tumbles down her back, bright against the black lace bra and garters that barely count as clothing. She stretches, back arching, and the smile turns wicked. Fingers slip beneath the lace first, tug the cups down so her small breasts spring free, nipples already tight. She rolls one slowly between thumb and forefinger, then lets her hand slide lower, tracing the thin strip of her panties before pushing them aside. Two fingers part her smooth lips, glide over wet heat. She sighs, hips tilting, and pushes both fingers inside in a single, smooth stroke. The pace quickens. Her breath hitches. She works herself with practiced ease, thumb circling her clit while her knuckles press deep. Legs spread wider, heels planted on the sheets. A soft, hungry sound slips out of her. She leans back, eyes half-closed, lost in the steady rhythm, letting every slick sound fill the quiet room.