Too cute

Yessica likes to believe that sweet face of hers gets her whatever she wants. The truth is her ass does most of the talking. Tight, round, pale skin stretched over the kind of curves that make a man stop mid-thought. She wanders into the frame, blond hair falling across one eye, and stops when she sees the camera. The grin she gives is half invitation, half dare. She turns, slowly, until the shorts ride high. A quick tug and they slide down, leaving only a thin strip of white cotton caught between her cheeks. She hooks a thumb in the band, lets the fabric linger, then lets it drop. The camera lingers on the soft bounce as she steps free. Nothing between her and the lens now but sunlight and the faint sheen of arousal already starting to gather. Yessica settles onto the bed, knees wide. One hand slips between her legs while the other cups a breast, thumb flicking across the nipple until it tightens. She exhales through parted lips, watches her own fingers trace lazy circles over the slick, flushed skin. The pace stays unhurried at first, then quickens when the first shiver catches her. Her hips lift in small, greedy thrusts. Every time her breath catches, her ass tightens, rounding even fuller against the sheets. A quick glance at the lens, almost shy. Then she closes her eyes and lets the hand work faster, slick sounds rising, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in short, quiet pulses. When it passes she stays sprawled, legs still open, skin flushed, breathing hard, the picture of someone who knows exactly what her body offers and exactly what she intends to take.