Bombshell

Jane catches you with those legs first. They go on forever. Smooth. Strong. Every inch begging to be touched. She settles back on the couch, pulls her dress high, and starts slow. Fingers trace down her thighs, then move between them. Her pussy glistens as she works herself open, hips rolling in tight circles. When she lifts one foot and spreads her toes wide, the picture sharpens. She runs her hand along the arch, down to the heel, rubbing, teasing, letting you see every curve. Her breath catches. The other foot joins in. She rocks harder now, clit swollen under her fingertips, toes curling with each thrust. She keeps eye contact, lips parted, red hair falling across her cheek. Jane knows exactly what she's showing you. She gives it all.