Candy legs

Candy Strong parts her legs in the dressing room mirror. Her black lace panties lie on the bench. With two fingers she spreads the soft lips of her shaved cunt and rubs slow circles around her swollen clit. She leans back, knees wide, and her toes curl against the cool floor. The camera lingers on the high arch of her foot, the delicate line of her ankle, the tender crease beneath each toe. Candy moans, her breath catching as she slips two fingers inside, hips rocking with every thrust. She lifts one foot to her mouth, sucks the big toe, and watches her own reflection while she fucks herself harder. The shiny slick of her arousal coats her knuckles; a thin strand stretches between her cunt and the bench when she spreads her thighs wider. Every flex of her sole, every twitch of her pretty toes, invites a tongue that isn’t there—yet she keeps teasing herself, feeding the hunger she knows you’re feeling.