Stunner

Zuzana Z. stands there like sin with a fresh shave. Her blonde hair catches light, the brown patch between her legs catching it too. A smile plays at the edge of her mouth, sweet enough to fool someone who isn't looking closely. She touches herself slowly, fingers sliding over that soft hair, then deeper, pressing where it counts. Her breath catches. Eyes half-close. She spreads her legs wider, lets the fingers work, lets the heat build. Nothing rushed. Just steady pressure and the slick sound of skin on skin until the tension peaks and her thighs tremble.