Shine

Juliette Shyn steps in with the kind of body that stops conversation mid-sentence. Tight shorts ride high on her hips and a tiny crop top barely covers her small, perky breasts. She grins, tosses her blonde hair, and peels everything off in one smooth move. Sunlight catches the trimmed strip of hair between her legs as she settles back on the couch, knees falling open. One hand cups a breast, thumb brushing the stiff nipple, while the other slips between her thighs. Fingers part her folds, trace the slick seam, then sink inside with a wet sound that fills the quiet room. She pumps slowly, hips rolling, eyes half-lidded, the corner of her mouth twitching every time her thumb circles her clit. The strokes grow faster, harder, until her breath catches and her abs tighten, the orgasm rolling through her in long, liquid pulses. She keeps two fingers buried deep, riding the aftershocks, chest rising and falling while a lazy smile spreads across her face.