Pretty in pink

Eve has that face that stops you cold. Soft wrinkles trace across her bare soles, her toes small and perfectly shaped. She stretches out in pink lingerie that barely covers anything, the lace clinging to her hips and framing her breasts. Her fingers trace down her stomach, dip between her legs, and she starts to touch herself with slow, deliberate strokes. She lifts one foot toward the camera, showing off every delicate line on her sole while her other hand keeps working between her thighs. Her breath quickens. She presses harder, rubs faster, hips rolling with each pass of her fingers. The lace stays on—sliding aside just enough—until her body tightens, arches, and she comes with a soft, sharp cry.