Black is beautiful

Black Diamond had a way of filling the frame. Her skin caught the light like dark satin, and her body looked tight enough to make you forget time. She moved slowly at first, letting the bra and panties rest against her skin, the delicate fabric barely containing what was underneath. The moment the camera started rolling she slipped a hand beneath the lace. Fingers pressed in firm circles over the thin crotch of her panties, tracing the line of her slit until the fabric clung to her. She watched herself do it, lips parted, breath quickening. Then she slid the panties down her thighs, leaving them hooked at one knee while her fingers spread her open. Two knuckles pushed inside, curling, twisting, finding the spot that made her thigh tremble. Her other hand tugged at a nipple through the bra, pinching it hard enough to pull a sharp little sound from her throat. Blonde hair fell over one eye. She didn’t bother to push it back. She just kept working her pussy—slow, deep, greedy strokes—until her hips lifted off the couch and her breath broke into short, hungry gasps.