Naughty princess

Anita wants everyone to watch. She peels off her clothes like rules never mattered. Skin. Then more skin. A young blonde with nothing left to hide, she stands there naked and lets you look. Every curve shows what she is feeling. Her hands know the way down. She touches herself slow at first, then faster, chasing that deep throb she cannot ignore. Her breath catches. Her thighs tense. She is not shy. She is hungry. The more she rubs the wetter she gets, slick sounds filling the quiet. She opens wider, giving the room a clear view of her pink, swollen center. Her fingers slide in, pull out, circle her clit until her hips rock on their own. Blonde hair spills across her face. She bites her lip, eyes half-lidded, lost in the heat she is building. When she comes, it is sudden and sharp, her whole body shaking, a soft cry slipping out before she can stop it. She stays open, flushed, glistening, pleased with the show she just gave.