All smiles

Eve keeps smiling like the nickname demands it. Her fingers know exactly where she needs them and they do not waste time. She stretches out across the sheets, knees falling open as her hand slips between her thighs. Each lazy circle brings a deeper flush to her cheeks and a quiet gasp that she swallows back. Her other hand cups one small breast, thumb brushing the tightening nipple. She moves her hips in the same rhythm, slow at first, then harder, chasing the heat that keeps building. When it finally hits, her smile breaks for a second before it returns wider, warmer, and she sinks back into the mattress, breathless and still glowing.