Lovely pussy

Anita parts her folds with two fingers, slow and sure, letting the slick catch the light. She’s smooth and puffy between her thighs, the kind of pretty pussy that makes hands rise without thinking. Moisture beads along the seam, threads between her knuckles when she pulls the lips wider. She lingers there, breathing through parted lips, letting the ache build. Every slow stroke drags fresh wetness across her skin, promising what she needs next—something deep, something hard, something that will finally quiet the throb pulsing between her legs.