Winter wishes

She’s everything the wish list promised. A slender brunette with long black hair that spills over pale shoulders, and legs that never seem to stop. She stretches out on white sheets, toes pointed, soles soft and pink. Her fingers wander between her thighs. Slow circles at first, then quicker, chasing that spark. She gasps, bites her lip, arches her back. One hand drifts down to cup her breast while the other works between her folds. The room is quiet except for the wet sound of her fingers and the faint creak of the bed. She spreads wider, lifts one foot toward the lens, toes flexing. Her breath catches. Legs tremble. She presses harder, chasing it, and when she comes she holds that foot high, sole flexed, pretty toes curled tight like a secret kept just for you.